Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

I pain, I felt the losses
funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 sniffs of Oxycontin
through the nostrils
Never went away, never does it there
Death a line or two away and a tall cans
'Cause you never 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 never and dropped him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, "It's not fair!"
21 years old a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his
He was gonna tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow
Just get us 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 well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that
And escape world, vacate this world
'Cause I hate
No praying's gonna cure pain

Doctor, please, give me a dose of the Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
in the waiting room and something ain't right
All is on you, we're 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 where we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to the fear of being alive
And now my little is in the sky
From a that a doctor prescribed
That a drug deal a million industry supplied
And the cops go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they to you
Has us for the answers and not instead of you
Quick fix, do
We gonna neglect the truth
Because a with a license played God and said 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 pharmacy
And country that spends trillions fighting the war supplying themselves
Politicians and business and
Public and judges who fail
at Kevin, look at Kevin
Now he's wrapped in
First dealer was his medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and him a Xanax
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions 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 right
All this is on you, we're over

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