"Make me a believer...believer"
First things first I'm going to say things from my thoughts in my brains,
Coming from my heart and from my blood flowing into & within my veins,
Second things second don't you tell me what you think I can be,
This is who I've chosen to be and this is my true calling caller id,
Make me a believer...believer,
that you know this brain fever,
of the poetry of rhythm and rhyme,
as I try to hit this as it where the big time,
Third, bother to pray to the one up above,
Who is like the very heavenly sent the dove,
The one who has a spirit very way up above,
Make me a believer...believer,
that you trust this true weaver,
of poetry that could weave as a spider web,
As spun with words as a mystery of a cobweb,
Never known what words are to be said,
Coming straight out of my whole head,
Last things last by the grace of the fire and the flames,
You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins,
Make me a believer...believer,
Please don't make me a disbeliever,
as I write these lyrics and rhymes,
as long as there forever rhyme times,
You have made me a believer if you truly believe,
those poems should rhyme and rhythm you believe,
should always be apart of the whole poetry family,
and that to be a poet is not to be anything like blasphemy,
You've made me a believer...believer!!!
