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[Verse 1: 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 [Hook] 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? [Verse 1: Q-Unique] 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