Me and My Blues

How do you think it feels, 
Not being accepted by your sisters' family
No Parent teacher days but moms always working
And I'm in corner looking at all the happy families
They complaining bout parents,
I tell shut up at least you got your mom and daddy
You whined about your tommys
My clothes are fucking hand-me's
You fuck up your new nikes, 
wore em with your church socks
Nigga I felt the street rocks through my socks and my rebox
I was kid with the nappy hair on welfare
Acting tough and like I didn't care
Beyond broke motherfucker yeah I been there
Cry myself to sleep with my sisters 
I was 8 knowing that this world wasn't fair
Best years on my life 
but I'll be damned that I'll ever go back there
Harsh realities didn't hit me till now,
And now that Im older
I know That point in time made weez colder and bolder
Before puberty I held the world on my shoulders
They say I have no sympathy
And that i Lack empathy 
I say that people aren't understanding me
size 11 wide you can't fit my shoes
I've been a jazz man,
But this is me and my blues