Listening Problem - Al'Tarba, Q-Unique

I look at life through a window covered with dirt

Crack down the middle covered with blood on my shirt

I’m tired of thinking about what shouldn’t and what should

Looking up at God in heaven like what’s good?

So now I’m flyng through time with no co-pilot

You took my brother too soon so now I’m pro-violent

No silence, pop shots to break up the peace

Alert the world to my presence and wake up the streets

Ain’t no return from the finish

Turn into a spirit in heaven or drop in hell and burn with critics

Either way we gotta go, like either being born or dying

You still spending alot of dough

Growing old is no end to pain

It’s only extended strain of going through the cold november rain

The lady from church said the end is near

And I’d like to think before that happen God can lend an ear

Are you even listening to me?

Or is this What it is to be?

Are you even listening to me?

Or are you just visiting me?

Are you even listening to me?

Or is this What it is to be?

Are you even listening to me?

You would think after all that I’ve been through

The light at the end of the tunnel is in a good view

But the more I walk forward, the further it gets

I’m burning in sweats sending concerns when I’m hurting in stretch

I push my fingers to my eyes to stop the aiche

Tighten the slipknot, now I’m hanging to seal my fate

I walk through heaven’s gate strapped like a terrorist

I got a score to settle, draw the metal and never miss

Either float in happiness or drown in sorrow

Wallow in the sea of hate, follow at a demons rate

The rain of unnecessary pain and I walk in my temporary flesh

With a temporary brain

Like John Nash they won’t leave my beautiful mind

A suitable rhyme of pessimists with brutal designs

Who will you find to fill in once I’m taken away

I cling to the earth with all my might scraping to stay