Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

I seen pain, I the losses
Attended funerals and coffins
21 years old, an was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of
Everyday the nostrils
Never went away, never does it stop
Death a line or two away and a couple tall
you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all
I said peace at 5:30, the next time I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
What if I would've gone and dropped him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, "It's not fair!"
21 years old with a book of rhymes he was gonna to the globe
Only to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna tomorrow
Just get us through the weekend, and then follows
it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and might as go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a and go and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, vacate this
I hate myself
No gonna cure this pain

Doctor, please, me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something right
All is on you, we're over prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are
And with our lives, we play Russian
And try to a life where we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of alive
And now my brother is in the sky
From a pill that a prescribed
That a drug a million dollar industry supplied
And the never go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the plastic with the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the answers and not of you
Quick fix, do
We just gonna the truth
Because a with a license played God and said it's cool
Played God and said cool
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom while pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions fighting the war they themselves
and business and jail
Public defenders and judges who
Look at Kevin, look at
Now he's wrapped in
First dealer was his mom's cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and him a Xanax
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him
'Til he's walking 'round the looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you're him
So America, is it worth it? I'm asking you

Doctor, please, give me a of the American Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the waiting and something ain't right
All this is on you, over prescribed

Doctor, your medicine, and methods
cure my disease without killing me
You're me, you're killing me
You're me, you're killing me
Doctor, medicine, and your methods
Can't cure my disease killing me
You're killing me, you're me
killing me, you're killing me