Vic Mensa – Rage


But that boy do got horse power
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
They say home is where the hate is, I’m from where they kill their own
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
[Chorus]
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
Before your final flight
You could lose it any night
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue
Almost slipped my knot, hope I don’t fall again

I want you to rage into the night
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time
The engine’s bound to crash
As I write you from my basement
Before your final flight
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
Tired of saying "Fuck it"
I feel like it’s all wasted
Before your final flight
The cards ain’t changed yet
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
Niggas on 47, still dealing the same shit
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I’m falling fast
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail

Ducking cops and clothes
[Verse 2]
I want you to rage into the night
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Two shots to life, only got one to live
I want you to know, know you’re right
Do not go gently…
[Verse 1]
I want you to blaze into the light

Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
I want you to rage into the night
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road
To technology, the problems we face, it’s so conflicted
Tired of balling around the present, decided this shit’s a gift

Count on me to rage
Or down it in a fit
[Bridge]
Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
I want you to know, know you’re right
It’s just my luck
Or win a championship game
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Before the final flight
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin’
The underground getting wasted
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
[Chorus]
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
The lightning strikes went bright
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Running low, not a soul who could know
And a train don’t stop and we ain’t have to ride the rails
Riding a burning road
As a king, I feel reign
Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
These days I lose track of days
Command, we’ve lost control

White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I want you to know, know you’re right
I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk
Came into the world naked
[Outro]
Been years since I felt this way
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look into space
Before the final flight
Rocks, blow

[Intro]
I light a match, for the jets
Ask me how I deal with fame
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
I want you to rage
Before your final flight
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
I’m tired of waiting

But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine

As a man, I feel pain
Ignore hours
That’s fucking dumb
I’m falling fast