[Intro: Macklemore]OK, OKYeahWe live tonightCheck it, now[Verse 1: Macklemore]I seen pain, I felt the lossesAttended funerals and seen coffins21 years old, an angel was lost hereWings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of oxycontinEveryday through the nostrilsNever went away, never does it stop thereDeath a line or two away and a couple tall cansCause you never know when God is gonna call, manPrecious, what we all shareI said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearerWhat if I would've never gone and dropped him off there?Blaming myself, in hysterics, screaming "It's not fair!"21 years old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globeOnly thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his noseHe was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrowJust get us through the weekend, and then Monday followsThen it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottleMight as well go pop a pill and band-aid that problemAnd escape this world, vacate this worldCause I hate myselfNo praying's gonna cure this pain[Hook: Leon Bridges]Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American DreamPut down the pen and look in my eyesWe're in the waiting room and something ain't rightAll this is on you, we're overprescribed[Verse 2: Macklemore]For me and KevWe end up in jail, institutions or deadAnd with our lives, we play Russian RouletteAnd try to find a life where we could be contentCause for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being aliveAnd now my little brother is in the skyFrom a pill that a doctor prescribedThat a drug dealing billion dollar industry suppliedAnd the cops never go and profile at nightYeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to youHas us looking for the answers in that instead of youQuick fix, whatever'll doWe just gonna neglect the truthBecause a doctor with a license played God and said it's coolPlayed God and said it's coolBut me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with himI blame the pharmacy companiesAnd country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselvesPoliticians and business and jailPublic defenders and judges who failLook at Kevin, look at KevinNow he's wrapped in plasticFirst dealer was his mom's medicine cabinetGot anxiety, better go and give him a XanaxFocus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequinUps and downs, shooting up prescriptions you're handing himSo America, is it really worth it? I'm asking you[Hook: Leon Bridges]Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American DreamPut down the pen and look in my eyesWe're in the waiting room and something ain't rightAll this is on you, we're overprescribed[Outro: Leon Bridges]Doctor, your medicine and your methodsCan't cure my disease without killing meYou're killing me, you're killing meYou're killing me, you're killing meDoctor, your medicine and your methodsCan't cure my disease without killing meYou're killing me, you're killing meYou're killing me, you're killing me
Слова и текст песни Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Kevin принадлежит его авторам.