Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

I pain, I felt the losses
Attended and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost
Wings clipped by the of 80 milligram sniffs of Oxycontin
through 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 said peace at 5:30, the time that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
What if I would've never gone and him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, "It's not fair!"
21 years old with a book of rhymes he was recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain that shit in his nose
He was quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow
get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go a bottle
Might as well go pop a and go and band-aid that problem
And escape world, vacate this world
'Cause I hate
No gonna cure this pain

Doctor, please, me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the room and something 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 Russian Roulette
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 brother is in the sky
From a that a doctor prescribed
That a drug deal a dollar 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 answers and not of you
fix, whatever do
We gonna neglect the truth
Because a doctor with a played God and said 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 companies
And country that spends fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians and business and
Public defenders and who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now wrapped in plastic
dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and him a Xanax
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til he's walking 'round the looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions handing him
So America, is it really worth it? I'm you

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

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