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, 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 to look into space It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits So much we still 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 But boy, you're fine, you're fine I want you to rage into the night I want you to know, know you're right Before your final flight 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 put the halloween pistol out 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 tracks 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, know you're right