Had my congregation, had my flocknWhen I was a shepherd of mennChased the wild goose, chased the pot of goldnChased the rainbows endnnHow can a poor boy deliver this message to you?nHow can a poor boy? You don't believe anything that's truennHad my rise, had my downfallnNow I'm gonna rise up againnHad my degrees, my initiationsnNot speaking to the profanennHow can a poor boy get this message to you?nHow can a poor boy when you don't believe a thing that's true?nnI've been anointed, been appointednEven been magnifiednSpied a chapel all of goldnThe priest was laying down with the swinennHow can a poor boy get a little message to you?nHow can a poor boy when you don't believe anything is true?nHow can a poor boy get this message through to you?nHow can a poor boy when you don't believe a single thing is true?nnWatch the illusion of false securitynPlay of the shadows that movenTell me what evil lurks in the hearts of mennOnly the shadow knowsnnHow can a poor boy get this message to you?nHow can a poor boy when you don't believe a thing that's true, for younWhen you don't believe a thing, nothing that's true for younHow can a poor boy ever get next to you?