Artist: Bizarre f/ Nate Walka, Tech N9ne Album: Friday Night at St. Andrews Song: Believer Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Nate Walka] Whoa-ohh-ohh-oh-whoa-ohhhh {"Honorable C-Note"} Whoa-ohh-ohh-oh-whoa-ohhhh Make me a believer Whoa-ohh-ohh-oh-whoa-ohhhh Make me a believer Whoa-ohh-ohh-oh-whoa-ohhhh [Chorus: Nate Walka] I want what I can see I want what I can see Just one thing to believe Just one thing to believe Make me a believer Whoa-ohh-ohh-oh-whoa-ohhhh Make me a believer Whoa-ohh-ohh-oh-whoa-ohhhh [Bizarre] Look at the sky, it's raining outside But I got too much pride just to ask for a ride Hold my head high, never ask why Never ever ever seen a grown man cry They took Bugz, and they murdered P Sometimes I ask the Lord, why he ain't take me Sittin by the beach, starin at the ocean Kickin these raps that's full of emotion Suicidal thoughts, goin through my head Bizarre is alive but Rufus has been dead I'm runnin out of time, I'm runnin out of rhymes Grab the +Tech+, cause I'm runnin out of +Nines+ [Chorus] [Bizarre] And I believe, that I'm gon' make it Don't ask for shit, man I just take it Detroit, Michigan, home of the broke dreams Abandoned houses, known crack fiends Man I'm on lean just to escape reality I'm losin weight, and I ain't countin no calories Ain't no salary, they done closed down the plants Green failin parentin, I'm stayin with my aunt Who gon' give me a ride? Who gon' take me to school? Who gon' help momma out when daddy actin a fool? The D, watchin my people get slaughtered Hurricane Katrina, went out the water Who do you believe in, Heaven or Hell? College or jail? Bed or a cell? Who got my bail? [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] Mom's steady sick and it's right to the point where I need her to be coherent cause Aaron's 'bout to be blarin through speakers But it won't reach her when research feed her meds to get weaker How can the devil play her world when it's so beneath her? Give and ye shall receive and yet she's the receiver of seizures and fevers, that's why I stay Ebenezer That's why you hear sorrowful messages through your tweeters Feelin my pain at my show in the front row and the bleachers God seek her please so she breathes deeper Not a preacher, free be disease either On my knees for weeks, hurry retrieve her Really need your deed to make me a believer [Chorus]