You don’t know me

Yeah…

Been one of those years.

Business, football, family, pressure…

Every time I think it settles down—

Something else kicks the fucking door in.

But I’m still here.

Built a shop from the floor, put my name on the line,

Million through the door but the red still climbed.

One-thirty-five down, first year took a swing,

Now the numbers going up, watch the comeback begin.

Early starts, late nights, phone never stops,

Customer wants miracles while I’m running the shop.

Short staffed, scanner out, another warning light,

Still find a way to get the bastard running right.

They see the Raptor outside, think everything’s sweet,

They don’t see the pressure underneath my feet.

Loans getting paid while I’m building something mine,

Every fucking setback just sharpened my mind.

I’ve been hit, I’ve been tested,

Put under pressure, never rested.

Every scar got a story attached,

Every time life swings—

I swing back.

I’M STILL STANDING!

Through the losses and the fights,

Through the pressure at the shop

And the sleepless fucking nights.

I’M STILL STANDING!

Broken bones, I came back,

Against all odds with my brothers

Putting Inter on the map.

Life keeps throwing punches,

I keep throwing mine.

You can knock me off my feet—

But you’ll never take my fight.

Collarbone snapped, they said stay on the side,

But you know Turbo—couldn’t kill that drive.

Back on the pitch, playing smarter this time,

Rabs in defence putting everything on the line.

Skibs got the magic, Ryan leading the charge,

Season looked buried, now we’re playing when it matters.

Scraped into fourth, nobody gave us a chance,

Now it’s finals football—come and fucking have a dance.

Then Saturday came and it went too far,

Bench turned chaos, left another fucking scar.

Tried to protect my boys, keep the madness contained,

Now statements and police when we came for a game.

But one bloke losing it won’t define this team,

We came here for football, not somebody’s scene.

So draw that line and remember the name—

Inter Parramatta, we came to play the game.

And when all that noise finally fades away,

I’ve still got Jess, still got my family every day.

Hunter and Koko—yeah, that’s bigger than me,

Everything I’m building is for what they might see.

I’ve made mistakes, I’ve carried my weight,

Had times in my life where I hated my fate.

But I changed my direction, started clearing my head,

Now I’m chasing the future instead of the past.

Business—STILL STANDING.

Football—STILL STANDING.

Family—KEEP FIGHTING.

Pressure—KEEP COMING.

Broken bone—came back.

Money down—make it back.

Knocked down—stand back up.

Life wants war?

GOOD FUCKING LUCK.

I’M STILL STANDING!

Through the losses and the fights,

Through the pressure at the shop

And the sleepless fucking nights.

I’M STILL STANDING!

Yeah, the year’s been fucking mad,

But I’m stronger than the bloke

That walked into it looking back.

They wanted a breakdown, that got a comebac