Satellite - Insane Clown Posse

Try and tell that to a dead man

In the red, man, stressed in the head, man

No bitch in the bed, yeah, I been there

Well let me try to steer you up here, Sabu

That’ll cheer you up, sad fool

You got kids that love you and if not?

(No)

You got a roof above you and if not?

(No)

You got two legs beneath you and if not?

(No)

At least you ain’t getting beat down and shot (Yup)

You still got a lot, a lil' spot, a lil' cot, a lil' pot

Tube socks, the dude on the block is sleepin' on two rocks

And you got more than him in that shoebox

You got a best friend and dude rocks

And it’s you your crew jocks

So load the jukebox and do a few shots

'Cause you ain’t got a tombstone like 2Pac

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here

Can’t always see clear from down here

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears

(Freedom), shouldn’t be tooken for granted

Or in my opinion, you deserve a dick implanted

In your rectal hole and another in your cocksucker

'Cause you a cocksucker, motherfucker

Motherfucker, motherfuckers like you

Ain’t motherfuckin' right, dude, I’ll fuckin' fight you

Shit, you can fall in love at any time

It don’t cost a dime, but being locked up is lost time

My homie Esham pointed out

The worst punishment for crime is when they fuck off your time

It’s worth more than anything, money, sex, love

All of the fuckin' above

The Dirtball’s a playground all the way around

Explore it and clown, and pray you stay around

So quit yelling, «Life sucks,» adore this

You’ll understand when you’re full of rigor mortis

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here

Can’t always see clear from down here

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears

Out here, we all Pac-Mans in a maze runnin' from ghouls (Every day I’m hustlin')

But like fools, we tend to overlook the privilege and the right

To be given this life

We focus on the bullshit and the strife

Shit ain’t always right, but what’s wrong?

A car line long

Much worse, a hearse

We ain’t better off in a coffin in some church

Or with Lurch in the morgue filleted like perch

(Life sucks), we’ve all sang that song 'til we heard the fat gong

Buried in a dirt nap lawn, like

Boy, was I wrong, that wasn’t that long

Let me go again and get my mack on

Realize the prize, recognize game and peep

And don’t be a lame sheep and don’t sleep

You got a lot to live for, think not and get more

Love life, it’s what the shit for

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here

Can’t always see clear from down here

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here

Can’t always see clear from down here

Bless me with the sight of a satellite

I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears

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