This is a song about "Eminem s childhood"

My childhood was full of bad memories

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

My childhood memories are still there..

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

I'm a son of a gun

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

(hook from "my darling" by eminem)

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

Like eminem but in my time