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
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my [A]sea, oh ooh
The master of my [A]sea, oh ooh
I was [Am7]broken from a young age
Taking my [A]sulking to [C7]the masses
Write down my [A]poems for [Dm7]the few
That looked at me, took to [C7]me, shook to [C7]me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my [A]message from the veins
Speaking my [A]lesson [C7]from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the
You made me a, you [A7made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you [A7build me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them [A]ɾain
My life, my [A]love, my [A]drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you [A7made me a believer, believer
Third things third
Send a prayer to [C7]the ones up above
All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to [C7]a dove, oh ooh
Your spirit up above, oh ooh
I was [Am7]choking in the crowd
Building my [A]ɾain up in the cloud
Falling like [F]ashes to [C7]the ground
Hoping my [A]feelings, they would drown
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and [Bm]flowing
Inhibited, limited
'Til it broke up and [Bm]it ɾained down
It ɾained down, like
You made me a, you [A7made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you [A7built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them [A]ɾain
My life, my [A]love, my [A]drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you [A7made me a believer, believer
Last things last
By the grace of the fire and [Bm]the flames
You're the face of the future, the blood in my [A]veins, oh ooh
The blood in my [A]veins, oh ooh
But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and [Bm]flowing
Inhibited, limited
'Til it broke up and [Bm]it ɾained down
It ɾained down, like
You made me a, you [A7made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you [A7built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them [A]ɾain
My life, my [A]love, my [A]drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you [A7made me a believer, believer.
