The kids on the street are lookin' at me They wanna cut me down They don't like my energy They don't want me around They think I've gone, over to the other side They think I've cut my hair and swallowed my pride
The girl at the table is lookin' at me She wants to hear me speak She wants to get a piece of me I ain't strong but I'm not that weak She thinks I've gone over to the other side She thinks I'm smilin' when I should really hide
Everybody's got their problems Everybody's got their blues I got my own solutions For me and not for you
Out on the roads they're lookin' for me They wanna shake my hand They wanna try and relate to me But they don't understand That I've gone over, over to the other side They think I told the truth but I really lied
That I've gone over, over to the other side They think I told the truth but I really lied