Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen
21 years old, an angel was here
Wings by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of Oxycontin
Everyday through the
Never went away, never it stop there
Death a or two away and a couple tall cans
you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all
I said peace at 5:30, the next time 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 recite to the globe
Only thing to the pain besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit
Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday
Then it's Wednesday, then "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a and go and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, vacate world
'Cause I hate
No praying's cure this pain

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

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, are dead
And with our lives, we play Roulette
And try to find a where we could 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 a doctor prescribed
That a drug deal a million dollar supplied
And the cops never go and profile at
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they to you
Has us looking for the answers and not of you
fix, whatever do
We just gonna the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and it's cool
Played God and it's cool
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
and business and jail
Public defenders and who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now he's wrapped in
First dealer was his mom's medicine
Got anxiety, better go and give him a
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him
'Til he's walking 'round the looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you're him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

Doctor, please, me a dose 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

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