Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I seen pain, I felt the
funerals and seen coffins
21 old, an angel was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of
Everyday the nostrils
Never went away, does it stop there
Death a line or two away and a tall cans
'Cause you know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, we all share
I said peace at 5:30, the next 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 old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that in his nose
He was gonna tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow
Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday
Then it's Wednesday, it's "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 pill and go and that problem
And this world, vacate this world
I hate myself
No praying's gonna this pain

Doctor, please, me a dose of the American Dream
Put the pen and look in my eyes
We're in the room and something ain't 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 Roulette
And try to a life where we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize the of being alive
And now my brother is in the sky
a pill that a doctor prescribed
That a drug deal a million industry supplied
And the cops never go and at night
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 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 companies
And that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians and business and
Public defenders and judges who
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his mom's cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and him a Xanax
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him
he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions handing him
So America, is it worth it? I'm asking you

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

Doctor, your medicine, and methods
cure my disease without killing me
You're me, you're killing me
You're killing me, killing 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