What's Mine?

What's mine? Too many pieces of my life I'm sharing it all and I'm tired Every time that I turn around They want my time, my space, my mind My heart, my brain, my life Everything takes a slice Take my life back and they gon' call me rude I can't even have my own like I need something too I'm not even mad at them, just tell me is it true That I'm really only free if I lay in a tomb? 'Cause the world wants to consume me My life is siphoned out and sold back to me In packages of hours & fees This can't be the autonomy they talk about after you're a teen Maybe you use your degree and build a life you fancy But even the maintenance is labor, plus that conformity you're paid for Shrink my world, so I can control it. It's smaller than I was hoping Offered bigger, I declined 'cause I can't seem to find What's mine? Too many pieces of my life I'm sharing it all and I'm tired Every time that I turn around They want my time, my space, my mind My heart, my brain, my life Everything takes a slice Take my life back and they gon' call me rude I can't even have my own, like I need something too I'm not even mad at them, just tell me is it true That I'm really only free if I lay in a tomb? 'Cause the world wants to consume me