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 eyes are burning rogue

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 the 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 take knowledge and problems

We face and 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

I'm on slip 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 eyes are burning rogue

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 like to have mine

Without a clue of 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"

Tired of balling around the President

Deciding 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 fit

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 47, 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 (rage)

Before the final flight (final flight)

Before the final flight (final flight)

I want you to rage (rage)

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