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

Copyright: Capitol CMG Publishing
Writer(s): GREGORY J MACAINSH