Rage

Bm Command, we've lost control The engine's bound to crash F#m The lightning strikes went bright Em Do not go gently... Bm It's just my luck You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles F#m I'm falling fast Em I'm falling fast Bm I want you to rage into the night F#m I want you to blaze into the light Em Before your final flight F#m But boy, you're fine, you're fine Bm I want you to rage into the night F#m I want you to know, know you're right Em Before your final flight F#m Racing, racing, red as a burning road Bm I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom F#m To be able to see everything I see when I'm sleeping Bm Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin' Em White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson Bm Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail F#m And a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride the rails Bm Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home Em They say home is where the hate is, I'm from where they k**l their own Bm Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted F#m To technology, the problems we face, it's so conflicted Bm To take the burning road and just roll with the punches Em Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches Bm Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way F#m Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away Bm Where my sins fall down like pouring rain Em Almost slipped my knot, hope I don't fall again Bm Standing on my feet, feel so small just to look into space F#m It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits Bm So much we don't understand, still right in front of our face Em I light a match, for the jets Bm I want you to rage into the night F#m I want you to blaze into the light Em Before your final flight F#m But boy, you're fine, you're fine Bm I want you to rage into the night F#m I want you to know, know you're right Em Before your final flight F#m Racing, racing, red as a burning road Bm Riding a burning road Em F#m Bm Running low, not a soul who could know It's every man who swept the burning ashes from the road F#m I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk That's fucking dumb Bm How many thousand of kids would like to have mine? F#m Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time Bm I'm tired of waiting Tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking Em Tired of court cases, tired of judges Tired of saying "F**k it" Bm Tie a bow around the present, decided this shit's a gift F#m Two shots to life, only got one to live Bm You could lose it any night Or down it in a fifth Em Or win a championship game As a man, I feel pain Bm As a king, I feel reign Ask me how I deal with fame F#m As I write you from my basement The cards ain't changed yet Bm Niggas on 47, still dealing the same shit Rocks, blow Em Ducking cops and clothes Bm Came into the world naked Now I'm in all this BAPE shit F#m Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even face time Bm I feel like it's all wasted The underground getting wasted Em I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table Bm I shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable F#m But that boy do got horse power Ignore hours Bm These days I lose track of days Em Been years since I felt this way Count on me to rage Bm F#m Before the final flight Em Before the final flight Bm I want you to rage F#m Em I want you to know, know you're right