Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I seen pain, I felt the
Attended funerals and coffins
21 years old, an angel was here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 sniffs of Oxycontin
Everyday through the
Never went away, does it stop there
Death a line or two away and a tall cans
'Cause you know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, we all share
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 to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, all gonna quit tomorrow
get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go a bottle
as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, vacate this
'Cause I myself
No praying's gonna cure this

Doctor, please, me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my
in the waiting room and something ain't right
All is on you, we're 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 where we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being
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 plastic with the white top they to you
Has us looking for the answers and not of you
Quick fix, do
We gonna neglect the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and said cool
God and said it's cool
But me? I don't Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions fighting the war they themselves
Politicians and and jail
defenders and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, look at
Now he's wrapped in
First was his mom's medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, go and give him a Xanax
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til walking 'round 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, me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something ain't
All this is on you, we're over

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