Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

I seen pain, I felt the
Attended funerals and seen
21 years old, an angel was here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram of Oxycontin
Everyday the nostrils
went away, never does it stop there
Death a line or two and a couple tall cans
'Cause you never know when God is call, man
Precious, what we all
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
thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna tomorrow
Just get us through the weekend, and then follows
Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already hollow"
Might as well go a seal 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
I hate myself
No praying's gonna cure this

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

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, are dead
And with our lives, we play Russian
And try to find a life where we be content
'Cause for us, we're trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my brother is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor
That a drug deal a million dollar supplied
And the cops never go and profile at
Yeah, the, the, the orange with the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the and not instead of you
fix, whatever do
We just gonna the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and said cool
Played God and it's cool
But me? I don't Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And country spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
and business and jail
Public defenders and who fail
at Kevin, look at Kevin
Now wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his mom's cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and give him a
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him
'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 dose of the American
Put the pen and look 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
cure my disease without killing me
You're killing me, killing me
You're killing me, you're me
Doctor, your medicine, and your
Can't cure my disease killing me
killing me, you're killing me
You're killing me, you're me