You don't know me, but you will   Let me introduce myself      Submitted for your approval   A picture of basketball   The man with the muscle   And the man with the moves      Submitted for your approval   The man who's too fast to fall   The man who can hustle   And the man who can fly   Who always is hot   When it's time for the shot      ‘Cause at any time you want me at all   Any rhyme or reason   Brother, I'm the brother you call to play   Spring or summer,   Winter or fall   Any time or season   Catch the boy who's moving the ball away      It's called a steam train   Coming down the track   Better watch your step   Better watch your back   Can't you see the shadow   Fast and black   And the steam train's rolling by      Steam train chuggin' down the hill   If you don't move now then you never will   He's on your tail and he's in for the kill   Then the steam train's rolling by      .   .   .   Listen, I have got my hands on the wheel   Someone's got to see us   Taking all the train's got to steal away   Watch me as I sign up a deal   With Nike and Adidas   All the world is starting to feel the waves      From the steam train coming down the track   Better watch your step   Better watch your back   Better keep your eyeballs open, Jack   When the steam train's rolling by      Steam train chuggin' down the hill   If you want to live   Better don't stand still   He's on the move   And he's in for the kill   And the steam train's rolling by      You don't know me. The last time I saw my father I was five years old.   He hadn't been home for two months. He came into the   apartment at 3 o'clock in the morning, set fire to the drapes and carpets   and then woke up me and my sister, carried us outside,   then walked away while we watched the house burn down.   You don't know me, but you will.      A new world just across the river   A new world where I'll have it all   A new world just around the corner   Here it comes   Here it comes      .   .   .      You don't know me. There were 12 boys in my 5th grade class at Sojourner Truth.   4 of them are in jail, 6 of them are dead, and   Gordon Conners works at Twin Donut on 125th Street.   You don't know me, but you will.