Verse 1 I came last in a line that the world had already worn, They had kids of their own when I was born. One brother never made it home from Vietnam skies, The other patched my toys and cooked my fries. Verse 2 Father was a war man, hard hands and razor wit, Taught me more with sarcasm than sermons ever did. Said, “Son, the world don’t wait for dreams to find their place,” I spent years chasing mine just to see his face. Chorus I was born too late for their time, Raised on ghosts and stubborn pride. Every lesson carved in bone and rhyme, I’m still trying to Live right—born too late to be in their time. Verse 3 Mama grew up when the cupboards were thin, Learned to fight hunger with hope and a grin. She wrapped her love like a quilt around my pain, Her voice still calls my name in these rain's. Verse 4 My sisters—each one the kind the world can’t tame, One bought the farm fighting after heaven took her aim. Another drank fire, laughed louder than sin, Now the road’s calling my last sister again. Bridge I was sick, wild, and half outta line, The rebel child left chasing time. Their stories built the man I’ve been, The last of a bloodline wearing thin. Final Chorus / Outro Born too late for their time— They fade like smoke from the light. Still hear their voices in the whine of the wind, If love’s a ghost, then I’ll meet them again. Born too late... for their time.
