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 was lost here
clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs 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, we all share
I peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
What if I would've never 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 besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna tomorrow
Just get us the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already hollow"
Might as go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid problem
And this world, vacate this world
'Cause I myself
No gonna cure this pain

Doctor, please, me a dose of the American Dream
Put the pen and look 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, are dead
And with our lives, we Russian Roulette
And try to find a life we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my brother is in the sky
From a that a doctor prescribed
That a drug deal a million industry supplied
And the cops go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top sell to you
Has us looking for the and not instead of you
Quick fix, do
We gonna neglect the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and it's cool
God and said it's cool
But me? I blame Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I blame the pharmacy
And country that trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
and business and jail
Public and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, look at
Now wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his mom's medicine
Got anxiety, better go and him a Xanax
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give 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 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 room and something ain't
All is on you, we're over prescribed

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