Family Portrait

sittin in my room with posters of pac and em i pick a pen up and is start writin family wernt there but i think a lot of them put on a front but my hearts cryin i thank god that i have got my pen we all need a buildin zone imagine a young boy feelin alone parents not there to hug me moved from foster familys to childrens homes not once have my parens said they luv me love and hate dont know if i know the diffrence family wernt there but i grow to miss em feel unhappy at birthdays and low at christmas made it this far tryna go the distance i dont wanna blow the mission family love is supose to be unconditional they dont even call to say son im missin u comes 2 girls cant find the one im stickin 2 2 many trust issues and insecurities but my fam i cant run from missin you your all like there goes him he raps he shouldent compare those sins im gettin high on rap while my fam get high on heroin