Song Lyrics

(Verse 1) You’re life’s shitty, wow, is that what you said man? Try and tell that to a dead man In the red man, stress 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 ya and if not? You got a roof above ya and if not? You got 2 legs beneath ya and if not? At least you ain’t getting beat down and shot You still got a lot, a lil spot, a lil cot, a lil pot, tube socks, the dude on the block is sleeping on 2 rocks! And you got more than him in that shoe box You got a best friend and dude rocks! And it’s you your crew jocks, so load the Juke Box and do a few shots, ‘cause you ain’t got a tombstone, like Tupac’s (Chorus) 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 (Verse 2) “Freedom” shouldn’t be tookin for granted, or in my opinion, you deserve a dick implanted in your recital hole and another in ya cock sucka ‘Cause you a cock sucka, motha fucka! Motha fucka! Motha fuckas like you, aint motha fuckin 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 f*ck 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 riggamortis (Chorus) 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 (Verse 3) Out here, we all Pac Mans, in a maze, running from ghouls “Everyday I’m Hustin’” 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 aint always right, but what’s wrong? A car line long. Much worse, a hearse. We aint 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, ‘till we’ve 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, get more! Love life! It’s what the shit for (Chorus) 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 (Repeat bitch, the shit’s dope)

Trey Edwin Bruce, Andrea K. Stolpe

The duration of Satellite is 3:54 minutes and seconds.