Rose from concrete...

Did you hear 2Pac's poem about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?

Metaphorically confirming that yes, survival in this cold world is not a fair fight, but any man can grow out of all his troubles to survive, and to make good out of a seemingly improbable life. Just like that rose, you will have a lot of scratches, marks and even damaged petals, that's without doubt. But by God and with persistency of purpose, you will someday blossom to the startling realisation of how extended your lineage was all the while.

So just because somebody is supposed to care about you doesn't mean the person will care about you. Humans are complex beings, and ours is a society that's traditionally not so friendly towards people trying to rise from nothing to something. But worrying about what's not been done for you, like you cannot be delivered from that unlucky situation will only eat you up.

I have seen high-profile people from low origins, who growing up had none but a single mom determined to raise a child. I have seen luminaries who grew up solo and on the streets, in orphanages and foster homes. But they went against all odds, broke out of their inherited circumstances to create new identities - now look who's laughing. So stop aiming to look pretty on someone else's means and strive until you run out of choice.