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