This is a song about "Broken childhood"

Are grieving and broken

Come get some, you little bum

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

My childhood was fucked from the age of ten

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Magic city tipping them

Streaks are made to broken

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

My childhood was full of bad memories

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

Off to work i go, back to this childhood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good