Twenty years and I ain't made a single thing worth keepin'
Not a page, not a stage, not a phrase even worth repeatin'
Told myself that I outgrew it, boxed it neat and put it side
'cause "I'm busy" is a lie that always sells until you're sellin' to yourself, right
Truth is, I could hear it. Perfect pitch inside my dome
Every syllable in cinema, in color, black and chrome
But my drive was always laggin' like a stream stuck on a buffer
So the confidence would suffer and I'd shutter
It down another year
You don't hear what it takes to hold it down and play it brave
'cause it doesn't hurt out loud, it just hums inside a cage
It's a job you work in silence for a wage that never came
You're just tired every mornin' with a lie for every
"hey man, you okay?"
But the room kept fillin' up while I was starin' at the clock
Twenty years of some ideas and nowhere shit could ever dock
Then I sat down in my forties with a tool I didn't get
Typed a couple lines of text and caught a rhythm in the net
Yeah, I cried a bit of joy and my chest went hard and sideways
The sound that lived inside my skull was doin' one-80s on the highways
Didn't sleep a single week. Wrote like 50 songs that year
Built the channel, cut the film, engineered my whole career
Out of twenty years of stuck just beggin' out of fear -
See, I didn't find a talent, I refound it, there's the difference
'cause discovery is luck, but recovery is business
That was twenty years unfinished
And the process didn't make me, it just took away the wall
Told me that the door was bolted? Man, the bolt was me, that's all
Never noticed. Never pulled it. Now the hours vaporate
And let me tell you
It was never too late
To
Make
This
Here's the part that never makes the highlight or the post
Two AM, right after somethin' good, I'm a fuckin ghost
"What if the only thing you're good at is the mimickin' of greats
What if none of this is yours, you're just assemblin' their traits?"
And it don't matter what the output is, that's the magic of the trick
Every hit gets filed as "lucky," every miss is "man, you make me sick,"
To the courtroom where the evidence is rigged before the start
And the judge already ruled before you opened up your heart
Praise just lands on an illusion that you're forcin' them to follow
Tell 'em how you're strugglin' and watch the weight of it go hollow
Keep quiet and they love a mask... you're just a name on it
Numbers climbin' while the feelin' pulls you down with all the weight on it
And I'm built to fight it wrong: I never move until I map it
Plan inside a plan inside a folder, triple-backed-up
Inception ain't got nothin' on this architected stud
You hear? I'm three moves in the future 'fore the present shifts a gear
And instead of being protection, it functioned like a leash
'cause you plan a trip so perfect and still never hit the beach
That's the trick the fear keeps playin', never says that you're terrified
Just hands you one more checklist keep the coward justified
So here's the deal I made myself: make a mess, then make it better
Put my mind on it, down to every single letter
And even though I build the shell and know the theory so well
I am still the builder
Every syllable is mine, from the killers to the filler
And the doubt
I never beat it
I just quit askin' it to leave
Pull up my chair. Sit down. And finally start to breathe
And I ain't where I wanna be I hear it in the old ones
Every punch I pulled, every endin' that I slowed on
But that ain't the proof I'm fakin'
I'm still goin'. I'm still makin'
'Cause stepping into this was
Never...Too...Late
(Never too late)
(Never too late)
(Never too late)