If I was born beneath the tree
Would I be the man I was called to be?
Caught in the net upon dreams tied
Would the poor be on my mind?
Would the wretchedness I try to hide
Carry me away, would I be saved?
Realized that I am America's son
Would we wish we were hand in hand?
Would I even be your chosen man?
So it goes to show, so it goes to show
And I'm so inclined to run
And I'm so inclined to run, run