Line In The Middle

On your headstone, there will be two dates

All that matters is that line in the middle

Now that I've been crossed out

That line in the middle says

Nothing 'bout the time

Rewind and find issues

That I once would hide

Like a waistline pistol

Now why should I confide in a

System when I could kill ya'

La Familia, fertilize my mind like Sinsemilla

I keep it underground like

That black market memorabilia

You lookin' for darkness? Well

I'll be your deala'

You split that limelight? Then

I don't feel ya'

I make that little hair stand

Up when I'm near ya'

My motto is fuck being left here to fear ya'

Even if you can't see yourself in the mirror

Born on date and expiration

And in between those goals and expectations

My word's across the world in syndication

And products available for purchase

In every nation listen man I bet a man

Neither one of them can

Prepare for the drive and wrote that

I possessed with any callers

And they call it no window

From losers vantage point

But like the core I just teach us

We gonn' rock this from detroit

We gonn' sharpen it up to a point and

Then jam it up in they eye

It ain't about being dead it's what

You do before you die

Only get one life to live it

Could be gone before you blink

Either rise above the situation or

Close your eyes and sink

To the depths of the dark

Beneath the dirt and the ground

Where conversations take place forever

Without a single sound

No words can be heard just

The mold of uncertainty

From the past on the search of

The life that used to be

Life is short you better cherish it

Before you perish it

And it's inherited your lungs will

Have no air in it

So don't be scared of it it's imperative

To be carried to the cemetery

By chariot and buried a bit

So make the most of these moments

Before you coast closer to comatose

And tossed over to death's corner

You feel the hand on your shoulder

That black mask comin' for ya'

It's getting colder and colder

Here comes the coroner you'll be hellbound

Demons keep you held down

Sins will leave you spellbound

Best to keep your head down

Just an empty shell now

Nothing's left but hell's hounds

Chasing you through hell's grounds

Place you in a cell now hands bound

And it is certain the final close

Of the curtain is lurking

And always looking to submerge

You in the dirt

And it's urgent that you reserve

A purpose for service

Upon this earth that is worthy

And worth a birth and you will be worthless