Tekst:
By The Tree Satellite

the fields I've been walking by myself I've been thinking about you again Maybe one day I'll tell you how I feel See the light of the satellite tower

christ Except I'm not sacrificed, by the righteous parasite Searching' for paradise, which is the birth-right Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree

the countryside Has ended up in tears on a stormy night ?Cause you can?t follow my directions home But don?t stop now God knows where the satellite?

half-tone dark Indian 9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles Got tackled by

a heart that's locked or been broken By the pain of words not spoken Or shot by guns a still smokin' Cartwrights out on the Ponderosa Or drive by bang

Can't believe they would inflict so much hurt why Could you put such a hole in my faith That I constantly feel like I'm falling from grace And being chased by

Our names are written on the stars on heaven's tree Yes, nine by nine they die just like you and me These peerless eyes look down giving us our choices

highly motherfucking improbable You talkin to a nigga, niggas split molecules To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes Rhymes by

I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes