The satellite

Full satelite with blazing one night flying like a disc where all great things are worth the risk so flew the discs slicing like gravity elevating through this the stratosphere im here flying like jetsons on a good year yeah round theyd go disappering back to pluto yet away it goes tho its a satelite yo pulling it up flying out in space standing right in place knocked back hit at a pace and smashed erased knock ot back to the good days as the sarelittles spun through the hood day okay feel da sphere rooks im still here I'm still here..... waving as the satellites disappear...