My Voice

My voice is broken
and all the style
I once done spake
changed it’s mind

when I bake
the stew don’t sing
songs the way I think
instead of how I dreamt

Rhyme is broken
reason is smokin
and life is jokin
another round token

the arcade beeps
and the sky full of screech
clickity clack my keyboard seems
kinda dull amid the sleep

My voice don’t say
the same things no more
cause the years are ripe
as I wash ashore

finally here I am
an adult spoken
a boy always

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