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Too Late
Sixty-five years must've been too much to bear
For an insecure black man livin' on the verge of despair
Too much resentment and too much hate
From which there can be no easy escape
It's too late, there's nothing left to give
Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids
It's too late, there's nothing left to hide
So you go your way, and I'll go mine
My father and I don't get along
He's always right, I'm always wrong
We never talk…he'd rather hide
Preening his pride and pruning mine
It's too late, there's nothing left to give
Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids
It's too late, there's nothing left to hide
So you go your way, and I'll go mine
I tried to talk to him, to go beyond the insults and lies
Depending on the love to keep the family alive
He said, "I don't wanna talk on account of the pressure of my blood"
I said, "Can't we talk on account of love "
"I'm reaching out to you"
He said, "Don't reach out to me"
"But I love you! I love you! Dad…don't you love me?"
He stared straight ahead at the basketball game on his precious TV
And he never even opened his mouth…
He never even opened his mouth to me…and now
It's too late, there's nothing left to give
Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids
It's too late, there's nothing left to hide
So you go your way, and I'll go mine
You go your way, you go your way…
…And I'll go mine
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…And I'll go mine
You go your way, you go your way…
So you go your way, and I'll go mine
It's too late, there's nothing left to hide
Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids
It's too late, there's nothing left to give
He never even opened his mouth to me…and now
And he never even opened his mouth…
He stared straight ahead at the basketball game on his precious TV
"But I love you! I love you! Dad…don't you love me?"
He said, "Don't reach out to me"
"I'm reaching out to you"
I said, "Can't we talk on account of love "
He said, "I don't wanna talk on account of the pressure of my blood"
Depending on the love to keep the family alive
I tried to talk to him, to go beyond the insults and lies
So you go your way, and I'll go mine
It's too late, there's nothing left to hide
Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids
It's too late, there's nothing left to give
Preening his pride and pruning mine
We never talk…he'd rather hide
He's always right, I'm always wrong
My father and I don't get along
So you go your way, and I'll go mine
It's too late, there's nothing left to hide
Not for your woman, you got nothin' for your kids
It's too late, there's nothing left to give
From which there can be no easy escape
Too much resentment and too much hate
For an insecure black man livin' on the verge of despair
Sixty-five years must've been too much to bear
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