Prozak - Line in the Middle feat. Twiztid

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