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(The Rainman, man) 665 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 Letras de cancionesCan'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 From Letras Mania