taxist

First things first, I'ma say all the words inside my head I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh The way that things have been Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh Second thing, second off You tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the sale I'm the master of my sea, oh, ooh The master of my sea, oh, ooh I was broken from a young age Taking my token to the masses Writing my poems for the few They look at me, took to me, shook to me Killing me, singing from heartache, from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauties to the Hey, you made me a, you made me a believer Hey, you made me a believer