MariSHOK

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 The way that things have been 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 The master of my sea I was broken from a young age, taking my token to the masses Writing my poems for the few that 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 of the sea I'm the master of my sea