Q-Unique - Listening Problem lyrics

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