KAFKA // NEVER TOO LATE

For everyone who feels behind, who feels like they missed their shot, who wonders if it's already too late. It's not. Sometimes life hides the miracle inside the job you hate. Sometimes the detour was the path the whole time. You're not washed. You're character development. Thirty-two years old, and the dream finally answered! Lyrics : Made a promise as a kid, said we'd fight side by side Me and Mina against the world, that was the ride Then she rose like a rocket, made Captain, made a name And I'm down here in the clean up crew, scrubbing off the shame Failed the exam so many times I lost the count Watched the years slip by me like there was no amount Of trying that could fix the gap between her sky and my ground Everyone moved forward And I stayed where I was found But I never stopped showing up, never threw the dream away Just carried it quieter, one more tired day It is never too late To become what you said When the world moved on And left you for dead I kept showing up With my heart out of place 32, still running Still chasing that gate It is never too late When the dream still shakes One more try, one more day That is how legends break They said uncle, move aside, let the young ones cook Bro, I am 32, not an ancient book Age gap hitting hard, knees making sound effects But I still pulled up like, who is getting wrecked? New recruits looking at me like I joined on accident Sir, I am not washed, I am character development 0 drip, back pain, still got ambition Adulting was mid, so I chose demolition It's never too late, I'm proof in the flesh Showed up every day when there was nothing left You don't know what the world's been saving for you So keep showing up till the dream breaks through I took the long way, the slow lane, the dark Every closed door was a spark Late bloomer, late starter, but I'm still in the fight The detour was the path the whole time Then something crawled inside me. Not a blessing. Not a gift. A monster looked at my broken dream and said, GET UP! Number Eight. WAKE UP! Teeth crack Skin splits Black bone crawling through the wrists Heart kicks Ribs twist Human mask tearing by the stitch Eyes burn Blood runs City lights black out one by one Ground shakes Air breaks Every siren learns my name I was cleaning guts yesterday Now I punch through fate like paper mache One swing, shockwave, skyline bends Whole block moves when my knuckles descend This is not a gift This is not a crown This is every “too late” Getting ripped out loud Monster shell Human soul Dream still mine when I lose control Kaiju spine Promise stays Mina, I’m still chasing the same damn place Clean up man Final threat Whole squad staring like what comes next I was the trash guy Now the trash talks back Number Eight woke up And the world stepped back But under the armor, I am still that guy Who watched his promise move ahead in the sky Still scared I am late, still scared I am small Still scared I missed my only call But maybe late is not the same as lost Maybe dreams do not die, they just change their cost Maybe every day I thought I was behind Was life sharpening the monster in my spine It is never too late To become what you said When the world moved on And left you for dead I kept showing up With my heart out of place 32, still running Still chasing that gate It is never too late When the dream still shakes One more try, one more day That is how legends break It is never too late For the ones still awake For the ones still trying With their hands full of ache If the world says stop Let the whole ground shake I was late to the dream But I arrived as Number Eight 32 years old. And the dream finally answered. Turns out it was never too late. It was just waiting for me to be ready. #Kafka #KaijuNo8 #KafkaHibino #KaijuNumber8 #AnimeMusic #MetaIntellect #AnimeAnthem #AnimeRap #LateBloomer #NeverTooLate