My life don’t rhyme like some folks do
It doesn’t gel in rhythm
It walks a beat that’s syncopated
It doubles down and triple steps
It squeaks, it whines, it shimmies
It finds its tune in its own drone
That’s inside out and upside-down
Inverse accentuation
My life don’t rhyme like some folks do
I don’t know how to make it bend,
And step, and march, and dance
To sounds that I cannot pretend
To hear in one ear or out the other
It used to bother me quite a bit
But now I’ve learned to live with it
Without humiliation
My life don’t rhyme like some folks do
My life don’t rhyme like some folks do
My life don’t rhyme like some folks do
I found emancipation.