Rage

Command, we've lost control

The engine's bound to crash

The lightning strikes went bright

Do not go gently

It's just my luck

You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles

I'm falling fast

I'm falling fast

I want you to rage into the night

I want you to blaze into the light

Before your final flight

But boy, you're fine, you're fine

I want you to rage into the night

I want you to know, you know you're right

Before your final flight

Racing, racing, red as a burning road

Roads.. I always wondered

Whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom

To be able to see everything I see when I'm sleeping

Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin'

White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson

Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail

And a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride them rails

Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home

They say home is where the hate is, I'm from where they kill their own

Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted

To technology, the problems we face, it's so conflicted

To take the burning road and just roll with the punches

Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches

Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way

Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away

Where my sins fall down like pouring rain

Almost slipped my knot, hope I don't fall again

Standing on my feet, feel so small just to look into space

It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits

So much we don't understand, still right in front of our face

I light a match, for the jets

I want you to rage into the night

I want you to blaze into the light

Before your final flight

Before your final flight

I want you to rage into the night

I want you to know, know you're right

Before your final flight

Racing, racing, red as a burning road

Riding a burning road

Running low, not a soul who could know

It's every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk

Inside my mouth, if it was real but I would dunk, that's fucking dumb

How many thousand of kids would give their life to have mine?

Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time

I'm tired of waiting, tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking

Tired of court cases, tired of judges, tired of saying "Fuck it"

Tie a bow around the present, decided this shit's a gift

Two shots to life, only got one to live

You could lose it any night or down it in a fifth

Or win a championship game, as a man, I feel pain

As a king, I feel reign, ask me how I deal with fame

As I write you from my basement, the cards ain't changed yet

Niggas on 47th still dealing the same shit

Rocks, blow, ducking cops and clothes

Came into the world naked now I'm in all this BAPE shit

Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even face time

I feel like it's all wasted, the underground getting wasted

I spent $1500 on these bottles and this table

I shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable

But that boy do got horse power, ignore hours

These days I lose track of days

Been years since I felt this way

Count on me to rage

Before the final flight

Before the final flight

I want you to rage

I want you to know, you know you're right