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 milligram sniffs of
Everyday the nostrils
went away, never does it stop there
Death a line or two away and a couple cans
'Cause you never when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all
I said at 5:30, the next time 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 book of rhymes he was gonna to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all quit tomorrow
get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a and might as well go chug a bottle
Might as go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem
And this world, vacate this world
'Cause I myself
No praying's cure this pain

Doctor, please, give me a 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, we're over

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are
And with our lives, we play Russian
And try to find a life where we be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of alive
And now my little is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor
That a drug deal a dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic the white top they 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 said cool
Played God and said it's
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom while pregnant with him
I blame the companies
And country that trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians and business and
Public and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
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 'round the city looking a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you're him
So America, is it worth it? I'm asking you

Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the room 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
killing 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 me, you're killing me
killing me, you're killing me