people tell me to make the best of mad situations
but they ain't goin through all the shit i'm facin
wastin my life on aches and pains, i'm ashamed man
brain dead to the point i can't see right from wrong
i would write a song but my mind is gone
my sight is on so i light the bong
let the weed get to me and take away the pain
now i know why they call it novakane
show my brain what it takes to find my place
i wish i could go back in time
back when it was ok to laugh and cry
but my stepdad tought me how to blast a nine
and the best spots to stash the dimes
i look to the sky and start askin why
i have to cry but i hold the tears inside
don't fear the word, fear the mind
you can't hear it or see it
so when it hits you, you won't believe it
you know the reason for the change in seasons
but you ain't seein why your hearts freezin
the next time you wonder why you didn't cry
its because the devil was blockin your eyes