Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I seen pain, I felt the
Attended and seen coffins
21 old, an angel was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of
Everyday the nostrils
Never went away, never does it there
a line or two away and a couple tall cans
'Cause you never know when God is call, man
Precious, we all share
I said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the hands of the
What if I never 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 thing to numb the pain besides shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all quit tomorrow
Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday
Then it's Wednesday, then "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"
as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and that problem
And escape this world, vacate this
'Cause I myself
No praying's gonna cure 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 this is on you, we're prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are
And with our lives, we play Roulette
And try to a life where we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the of being alive
And now my little is in the sky
a pill that a doctor prescribed
That a deal 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 looking for the and not instead of you
Quick fix, do
We just neglect the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and it's cool
God and said it's cool
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant him
I the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying
Politicians and business and
Public defenders and who fail
Look at Kevin, look at
Now he's wrapped in
dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, go and give him a Xanax
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, him Ambien
'Til he's walking the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, up prescriptions you're handing him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

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

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