Mainstream - Sign of the Times

So, I finally get my pilot's license, which means I'm allowed into the airport legitimately, and can now steal BIG planes.

So I steal me a big, jumbo-jet looking motherfucker (although I am now revising that opinion, as it was probably just a big jet passenger plane, not a 747), and start it taxiing down towards the runway. As I'm sure you know, there's a bit of an art to taking off, and unaccustomed as I am to the power of the jet, I find myself lifting off prematurely, before I've even got the plane's ass set on the runway in the right direction.

So I figure, either ditch the bastard right now, or force a lift-off and right it in the air, and I opt for lift-off.

('Cos, you know, that jet fuel can burn like a motherfucker, and I don't know if I could get clear before it went up.)

And I'm heading out over the water, climbing steady, in front of me I can see where my garage is in San Fierro (where the yay leaves from, right, but they travel on bikes, and those things go cross country). I take my plane into a steep bank towards the right, planning on heading out over the water, 'cos the last thing I want to do is hit the middle of town, where the buildings are.

Midway through the bank, I see, for the tiniest second, a big skyscraper ahead, quite a way off, but then it's gone, and I can just see the bridge and open water.

And my new fugitive status, five stars, bitch. Something (may be a jet, may be a chopper) shoots a rocket up my ass, and the plane starts to lose altitude. I'm already heading towards water, but at the last second I decide I'll ditch on the road and try and steal me one of those FBI ve-hick-els.

Course, I gat about fifteen of those G-men, but they finally take me down. A shitload of their black cars arrive on the scene, but they keep exploding and shit cos of the air-wreck's aftershocks.

All because I flew my nosecone within a hunnred miles of a skyscraper.

Later on, I've stolen a chopper. They let you jet those motherfuckers right through the city, chopping up homies and hos and crashing off buildings and shit. But they ain't no love for a jet from above. They shoot a brother down for that shit.

Man, that ain't gangsta!