Command, we've lost control The engine's bound to crash The lightning strikes went brine 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 Before you fight your fight 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 Oh I always wonder 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 hanging White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail And the train don't stop, and we ain't had to ride the rails Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home They say home's where the hate is, I'm from where they kill they all Probably filmed it on they phone A generation addicted to technology Problems we face is so conflicted To take the burning road or just roll with the punches Niggas thought I was gone, I derrick roads from the trenches Same faces, we judges, and shorties still in the way Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away When 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 stand 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 you 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 can know Except the man who swept the burning ashes from the road I put the Halloween pistol out of the trunk Inside my mouth, if it was real, man, I'd have dumped That's *** dumb How many thousands of kids in here they'd like to have mine? Without a clue about the times I give 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 *** it Tired of ball around the present, decided this ***'s a gift Two shots to life, only got one to live You could lose it in the night or die in it in the fifth Or win a championship game As a man, I feel pain As a king, I feel rain 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 *** Rots, blows, ducking cops in clothes Came in the world naked Now I'm in all this fake *** Trying to buy a Rolex Can't even FaceTime I feel like it's all wasted The underground getting wasted I spent fifteen hundred on these bottles and this table I shake it before I pop I promise I'm not stable But that boy do got horsepower Ignore hours These days I lose track of days, bitch Years since I felt this way Count on me to rage Rage Before the final flight Before the final flight I want you to rage Rage I want you to know you know you're right Know you're right Know you're right Know you're right