Lyrics Satellite - Insane Clown Posse

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I know what it is
I done heard it all (The Rainman)
Hahaha (The rain), yeah
Your life's shitty (Wow), is that what you said, man?
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, motherfucker 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 fouls 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