First things first, I'ma say all the words inside my headI'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh Ooh,the way that things have been, ohOoh,second things second, don't you tell me what you think that I can beI'm the one at the same,I'm the master of my sea, oh Ooh,the master of the sea, oh Ooh,I was broken from the young ageTaking my soul into the massesWriting my poems for the fewThat looked at me,took to me, shook to me Feeling me singing my heartacheFrom the pain, taking my message From the pain, speaking my lesson From the brain, seeing the beautyThrough theI'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.I'm sorry.Third things third, send a prayer to the ones up aboveAll the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, ohOoh,your spirit up above, oh OohAnd you made me a,you made me a believer,believerRain,my love, my love, my God, they came from painOoh,I was broken from the young,you've stolen my soulInto the masses, write down my poems,for the few That looked at me,took to me, shook to me, feeling me Singing my heartache from the pain,taking my message From the pain, speaking my lesson from the graveSeeing the beauty through the rain