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 Ah, 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 that clown" They say you're looking slim Ah, you should be sweating out in a gym You even need a trim They don't know. how It gives you joy inside To see them run and hide When bills flows in like tide They should be walking proud Express themselves aloud Not hiding from the collecting crowd Do, do, do, do.