I can read, I can write I can breed, proven plight Nurse my greed, crease infold Is it me, or my ego Write some words, make them rhyme Thesis or story line Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude If you want to put off an image The extremes, the extremes Act it out Practicing Perfecting Pressuring Onto me I will wade in the fire To explain your asylum Idle times, an*lyzing We'll compare all our sightings You must I speak to hear my voice