we were stars
we different
outkast in the system
a family of weird
we were one
for some years
the eight of us
goofing sometimes
mad sometimes
some of us are black
some of us are white
i had to mention
because sometimes im forgetful
dear foster parents
I MISS YOU
im just not the the type to wipe my eyes with a tissue
I just walk away
spark a joint and haze
moving forward with the thoughts old ways old days