[Afrobeat R&B, 95 BPM, soulful male vocals, cinematic and hard-hitting mood] [Intro] [soft ambient pads, distant heartbeat sound, gentle hum] Mmm… yeah… Too late… always too late… [Verse 1] [soulful male vocals, mellow afrobeat percussion, log drum enters softly] He carried weight that no one saw Broke his back to feed the law Of a world that only sees Value once you’re on your knees Silence when he called your name Now they cry and share his fame [Chorus] [powerful, anthemic, layered harmonies, full afrobeat groove] The first flowers a man receives Are laid down the day the whole world grieves No hands to hold, no eyes to see Just a stone that reads “he used to be” We killed him twice — once with our greed Then again by the love we never freed Too late for flowers, too late for praise We bury the man, then we learn his ways [Verse 2] [vocals more intense, bassline deepens, percussion sharper] Every smile you never gave Every hand you didn’t save Every “later” that never came Now it’s carved into his name Greed don’t wear a villain’s face It wears a suit, it knows its place It smiles for cameras, counts the gain While real men drown in silent pain [Chorus] [repeat, more urgency, backing vocals swelling] The first flowers a man receives Are laid down the day the whole world grieves No hands to hold, no eyes to see Just a stone that reads “he used to be” We killed him twice — once with our greed Then again by the love we never freed Too late for flowers, too late for praise We bury the man, then we learn his ways [Rap Verse] [aggressive flow, minimal beat, sharp cadence, raw delivery] You want a legacy? Watch how they twist it Praise you in death like they always missed it Ain’t nobody checkin’ when you’re barely eating But they’ll pack the church when your heart stop beating Funny how respect got a price and a date Only drops the second that it’s too late They’ll write your story, steal your name for the views Turn your struggle into content, that’s the truth Blind greed, dressed in gold and lies Sold your soul for likes, then watched a good man die No flowers while you’re breathing, no love while you’re here Just silence… until they carve it on a tombstone, clear [Bridge] [strip back to piano and strings, vulnerable tone, tempo slightly slower] What if we saw the man alive? What if respect didn’t need to arrive Wrapped in black, dressed in regret, A debt we always forget to pay? No epitaph can hold his name Like open arms could’ve done the same [Final Chorus] [big cinematic buildup, choir-like backing vocals, emotional peak] So bring the flowers while he stands Put the roses in his living hands Don’t wait until the ground is turned To give the love he always earned ‘Cause the first flowers a man receives Shouldn’t be the ones that make us grieve Give him roses while his heart still beats Not silence dressed in funeral wreaths [Outro] [fading ad-libs, stripped instrumentation, echo effect] Too late… too late for flowers… Give him roses now… while he’s still here…
