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 could be, I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh. The master of my sea, oh ooh. I was broken from a young age, Taking my sulking to the masses, Writing my poems for the few, That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me.