It's Too Late

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Lucas Secon, also known by the stage name Lucas, is a Grammy Award, MTV Award and Emmy Award-nominated record producer, songwriter, Golden Poets Award winner, DJ, rapper, singer and artist/conceptualist. He lives in London, United Kingdom. more »

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They have been overly patient
Waiting for me and my assailants
Creep and crawl, live in your basement
They could never find a replacement
Tired of the enslavement
Killed for minimum payment
Judged for making a statement
Die for the music we are making
No other way, we can not change it
This is simple, lets face it
We are all getting really tired of the hatred
That is painted on their faces
On the daily basis
Oh my goodness gracious
I think I am destined for greatness
The only thing is, I don't have the patience
For life to put me in the right situations
So I'm gonna go ahead and start my initiation
There won't be a negotiation
Why would there be a negotiation
I'll do what I can, with no violations
Sick of all the impersonations
No one wants to be their own creation
Rather be a variation

You think
That it's too late
You hate
Why do you hate
Its late
I cant see straight
I think
That I'm not coming down right now
And I know that ill never become a new sound

I think
That it's too late
Dont wait
Please stay
I believe i am going underground
To locate what i have not found

They think that it is way too late
They think that it is way too late

Too late for me, most definitely
I have been rotting in hell for many of weeks
I have had sneak peaks at things you wouldn't even had dreamed
Heard the lungs of millions scream
But it's still a better scene
Than what I'm used to seeing
The world above is barely breathing
Nobody understands how their feeling
It feels like the floor and ceiling are gonna start caving in
That's how you know, heaven and hell are waging war on men
And won't take long for them to win
Find a place to keep us pinned
Probably get us skinned
Keep the rest of us, just for trading chips
The rest of us are just up for dibs
Hoping we are worth enough to catch a slip
And not be thrown overboard off the ship
Forced to take a dip into waters
I don't know how to swim

You think
That it's too late
You hate
Why do you hate
Its late
I cant see straight
I think
That I'm not coming down right now
And I know that ill never become a new sound

I think
That it's too late
Dont wait
Please stay
I believe i am going underground
To locate what i have not found

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