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, the way that things have been Oh, ooh, second thing, second Don't 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, shook at me, shook at me Feeling me, singing from heartache, from the pain Taking my message from the veins Speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty to the... Hey, you break me up, you break me up Believer, believer