Squeezing the life out a word Using the actions of a verb to walk for me, If I don't sell my brain No one will buy it, So I pick up the pen Write them down and be immortalized In words Captured in phrases, That come from Playin' with my mind, All sumed up in this composition Mangled among sentences, This is my sanctuary Where my thoughts chain together Like notes on a staff, Revealing the inner workings of my flesh, Through an allegria of tempos, That express my emotional Rollercoster of experiance... Now tranced on the innerworkings of womanhood Where the voice strugles to be heard Yet, the experiance is written for the healing and building of this temple of self.