Bob Andy You Don't Know
You don't know how You make your family feel To do the things you know are real Say the things you please They say you're in cocaine You should change your name They even say you're insane
You don't know how You make your teachers feel When you write the things you know Discuss the things you've learned They say you're dropping out You'll be a thief without a doubt For a youth your heart's too stout
You should know how You make your rich friends dumb To hear you're in the slums Existing just on crumbs They don't know the peace within That you share with your ghetto's kin You're tired of rich happenings
You don't know how You make the society frown When you walk the streets in town They laugh: "There goes a clown" They say you need a trim Oh, you're looking slim You should be sweating out in a gym
They don't know how It gives you joy inside To see them run and hide When bills flow in like tide They should be walking proud Express themselves aloud Not hiding from the collecting crowd
