This is a song about "Dylans childhood"

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

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

6. stripped of my childhood this is all i know,

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

My childhood was full of bad memories

I had a hard childhood,

To mcs that don't rhyme good

My childhood was full of bad memories

You gotta breathe and be at ease