Психолог Зигмунд

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, ooooh, the way that things have been Oh, ooooh, second thing, second off You tell me what you think that I can be I'm the one at the cell, I'm the master of my sea, oh, ooooh The master of my sea, oh, ooooh I was broken from a young age, taking my token to the masses Riding my poems for the few, they're looking at me, shook at me, shook at me Killing me, singing from heartache, from the pain Taking my message from the veins, speaking my lesson from the brain Seeing the beauty to the You burned me up, you burned me up, believer Believer