Kevin

Lyrics

[Intro] Okay, okay Yeah And we live tonight Check it, now [Verse 1: Macklemore] I seen pain, I felt the losses Attended funerals and seen coffins Twenty-one-years-old, an angel was lost here Wings clipped by the grip of eighty milligram sniffs Of OxyContin every day through the nostrils Never went away, never does it stop there Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans 'Cause you never know when God is gonna call, man Precious, what we all share I said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw 'im Was in the hands of the pallbearer What if I would've never gone and dropped him off there? Blaming myself, in hysterics, screaming "It's not fair!" Twenty-one-years-old With a book of rhymes, he was gonna recite to the globe Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit tomorrow Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows Then 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 bottle Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem And escape this world, vacate this world 'Cause I hate myself, no praying's gonna cure This pain [Chorus: Leon Bridges] Doctor, please Give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room And something ain't right Doctor, please Put down the pen and look in my eyes All this is on you We're over-prescribed [Verse 2: Macklemore] For me and Kev You end up in jail, institutions or dead And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette And try to find a life where we could be content 'Cause for us, we're just trying to minimize The fear of being alive And now my little brother is in the sky From a pill that a doctor prescribed That a drug-dealing billion dollar industry supplied That the cops never go and profile at night Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you Has us looking for the answers and that instead of you Quick fix, whatever'll do, we just gon' neglect the truth Because a doctor with a license played God and said it's cool Played God and said it's cool But me? I don't blame Kev Or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him I blame the pharmacy companies and country that spends Trillions fighting a war they supplying themselves Politicians and business and jail Public defenders and judges who fail Look at Kevin, look at Kevin, now he's wrapped in plastic First dealer was his mom's medicine cabinet Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien 'Til he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin Ups and downs shifted by prescriptions you're handin' him So America, is it really worth it? I'm asking ya [Chorus: Leon Bridges] Doctor, please Give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room (Woah, woah, hey, hey) And something ain't right (Woah, woah, hey, hey) Woah, woah, hey, hey All this is on you (Woah, woah, hey, hey) We're over-prescribed [Outro: Leon Bridges] Doctor, your medicine And your methods Can't cure my disease Without killing me You're killing me You're killing me You're killing me You're killing me Doctor, your medicine And your methods Can't cure my disease Without killing me You're killing me You're killing me You're killing me You're killing me Doctor, please