Lyrics I Want My Things! - keiyaA

I Want My Things!

I want my arm with the hot iron scar
I want my leg with the flea bite
My callus feet, and my quick language back in my mouth
My fried plantain, pineapple-pear juice, and jewels
I want my things!
I’m wrestled with conflicts centered on topics of liberation
I’m riddled with demons, it’s time to release them once and for all
I’m dealing with burdens I never deserved, yet I’m responsible
The wheels gone keep turning
And I’mma keep burning, so baby roll up!