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
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Write down my poems for the few that
Looked at me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache, from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the pain
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer (pain)
You break me down, you build me a believer, believer (pain)
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from (pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer