I got a head full of ideas
I got a body full of blood
I got a phone full of numbers for the people
I ain’t gonna see until the river floods
I got a soul full of music
I got a wallet full of change
I got three men in primary telling me
Things are never gonna be the same
I got a country full of history
I got a country full of truth
But it don’t make the newspapers
It doesn’t make the polling booth
I got a world full of believers
Who don’t believe in what they see
I got a man in a big hat saying that
I was born with sin inside of me
What a way to see
What a way to be
What a way to lead.
