Yesterday

You don’t know The things that I’ve seen I wish I could blow And show you all how it’s been The tears don’t flow Constantly picture the scenes Reached bottom low Burning all of my dreams But you don’t know The things that I’ve seen I wish I could blow And show you all how it’s been The tears don’t flow Constantly picture the scenes Reached bottom low Burning all of my dreams But you don’t know Yh But you don’t know I was born in Lisbon On August ninety four Back in that time I couldn’t rhyme I had to sleep on the floor Barely had food It wasn’t good Lived in the back of a shed My mum worked hard every day But couldn’t afford to buy bread That’s when we moved out Across to the next town That’s where I saw my own father Beating my mother down Taking your hard earned money For his car and cheap shags No wonder I hate this society Full of rotten slags I thank my grandfather For the man that he is For being more than a father I hope one day he sees this I also thank my grandmother For giving us a home But most of all I thank my mother For giving up hope But then you had to go You had to move away I sat up watching 8 mile Wishing you could stay Spent lonely nights Crying over you Even got beaten up For not to seeing Fialho And then you moved to Ireland Things went berserk You moved back home Again looking for work You found a job in England Again on the run In search for a better future For you and your son I understand your decisions And everything you’ve had to do So on the 5th September I moved to Britain with you But you don’t know Yh But you don’t know You don’t know The things that I seen I wish I could blow And show you all how it’s been The tears don’t flow Constantly picture the scenes Reached bottom low Burning all of my dreams But you don’t know The things that I’ve seen I wish I could blow And show you all how it’s been The tears don’t flow Constantly picture the scenes Reached bottom low Burning all of my dreams But you don’t know Yh But you don’t know I arrived in Britain With only a bag on my back I hope you understand Why I am writing this track It wasn’t cool No one could even assist When I moved to a school Full of fucking racists But you don’t know The things that I seen I wish I could blow And show you all how it’s been The tears don’t flow Constantly picture the scenes Reached bottom low Burning all of my dreams But you don’t know The things that I’ve seen I wish I could blow And show you all how it’s been The tears don’t flow Constantly picture the scenes Reached bottom low Burning all of my dreams But you don't know