Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

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

Doctor, please, give me a dose of the Dream
Put the pen and look in my eyes
in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, are dead
And with our lives, we Russian Roulette
And try to find a 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
a pill that a doctor prescribed
That a drug a million dollar industry supplied
And the cops go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange with the white top they sell to you
Has us for the answers and not instead of you
fix, whatever do
We just gonna neglect the
Because a doctor with a license God and said it's cool
Played God and said it's
But me? I don't Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I blame the pharmacy
And country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying
Politicians and and jail
Public and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and give him a
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him
'Til he's 'round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions handing him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

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

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