Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

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

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, over prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are
And our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life where we could be
'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 drug deal a dollar industry supplied
And the never go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they 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 said it's
God and said it's cool
But me? I don't Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I blame the companies
And that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
and business and jail
Public defenders and judges who
Look at Kevin, look at
Now he's in plastic
First dealer was his mom's medicine
Got anxiety, better go and give him a
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, him Ambien
'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a
Ups and downs, shooting up you're handing him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

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

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