This is a song about "Chicken childhood"

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

A childhood being suppressed,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

And now i walk around without a care

My childhood memories are still there..

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

My childhood was full of bad memories

Ima let her be by herself in peace

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Contagious like chicken pox

Heard the sound of several gun shots