When I talk to people that I meet casually
I can't help but think of their hostility
Ooh, that's not me, ooh, that's not you
While I was still in school my teachers are telling me
They say, "Sonny, without money you will never be free"
Ooh, that's not true, ooh and I got you
Now and then I wonder what 'bout the road less traveled by
But I'm not lost I just don't know the way
When I see the children playing more in the streets
Miles of football fans are screaming they can't be
Ooh, that's not me, ooh, that's not you and I got you