Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rage, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah.
Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Song language: English
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 as a burning road |
Roads… 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 them 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 technology, the problems we face, it’s 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 |
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 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 fight |
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 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’ve dumped, that’s fucking dumb |
How many thousand of kids would give their life to have mine? |
Without a clue about the times I’d 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 «Fuck it» |
Tie a bow around the present, decided 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 fifth |
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 47th still dealing the same shit |
Rocks, blow, ducking cops in 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 |
Before the final flight |
Before the final flight |
I want you to rage |
I want you to know you know you’re right |