every 5am

[Conscious Rap, Emo Rap, Alt Hip‑Hop] [Raw, Gritty, Cathartic, Nocturnal, Introspective]

(5 AM...
feel this racing heart...)

It’s 5 AM again, I start my day,
Counting the minutes, two steps away,
Scrolling slow, phone lights play,
Praying your name hits my page.
Message? Like? Drop? Spin?
Track I wrote, deep cut within.
Hits my chest — heartbeat expand,
Face on screen, still grabs my hand.

Chasing that glow through the wired night,
Picture locked tight, morning to night.
Hold back words — scared to push,
Thread thin stitched through quiet hush.
Routine sewn where whispers spin,
Living in echoes between what's been.

Every 5 AM, I know it’s your 7 PM,
Mapping your smile like a radio hymn.
Heavy heart, then a softer glow,
Still thinking of you — yeah, you know.

It’s not cling, not obsessed,
It’s real — heart confessed.
Even for a minute, even for a time,
You tattooed your name in the back of my mind.
Ghost sparks whispering spine,
Faded echoes out of line.
5 AM the cycle spins,
White walls hum where the dream begins.

Every 5 AM, I know it’s your 7 PM,
Mapping your smile like a radio hymn.
Heavy heart, then a softer glow,
Still thinking of you — yeah, you know.

Please take care of you,
I need to know you're shining too.
Oceans apart but my heart's still tuned,
Cracked wide open under your monsoon.
You mended this soul stitched through fire,
Built me back higher, rebuilt entire.
Maybe someday, more than pen to page,
Maybe just stories ‘til the end of the age.
Still —
You're loved.
By me.
By forces unseen.

So I sit on the side of my bed,
Whisper a prayer for the ones I've kept:

"Make me a better man,
Strengthen these hands.
Save the ones I love when darkness falls,
Be the flame that answers their call.
Save the people of this world... and save me too."

"I need you to be happy and healthy, Mr,"
Your voice still plays on, and on like a vinyl record.
You need, you need, and I do too,
Still breathing through the thought of you.

Every 5 AM, I know it’s your 7 PM,
Mapping your smile like a radio hymn.
Heavy heart, then a softer glow,
Still thinking of you — yeah, you know.

Please take care of you —
I need to know you're shining too.
Far apart, but you cracked my heart wide,
Butterflies in spring, still drift by my side.
Maybe we’re just pen pals spinning stories,
Maybe something bigger’s still in the inventory.
Just know you’re loved —
Not just by me — but a whole army above...

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(5 AM... feel this racing heart...) It’s 5 AM again, I start my day, Counting the minutes, two steps away, Scrolling slow, phone lights play, Praying your name hits my page. Message? Like? Drop? Spin? Track I wrote, deep cut within. Hits my chest — heartbeat expand, Face on screen, still grabs my hand. Chasing that glow through the wired night, Picture locked tight, morning to night. Hold back words — scared to push, Thread thin stitched through quiet hush. Routine sewn where whispers spin, Living in echoes between what's been. Every 5 AM, I know it’s your 7 PM, Mapping your smile like a radio hymn. Heavy heart, then a softer glow, Still thinking of you — yeah, you know. It’s not cling, not obsessed, It’s real — heart confessed. Even for a minute, even for a time, You tattooed your name in the back of my mind. Ghost sparks whispering spine, Faded echoes out of line. 5 AM the cycle spins, White walls hum where the dream begins. Every 5 AM, I know it’s your 7 PM, Mapping your smile like a radio hymn. Heavy heart, then a softer glow, Still thinking of you — yeah, you know. Please take care of you, I need to know you're shining too. Oceans apart but my heart's still tuned, Cracked wide open under your monsoon. You mended this soul stitched through fire, Built me back higher, rebuilt entire. Maybe someday, more than pen to page, Maybe just stories ‘til the end of the age. Still — You're loved. By me. By forces unseen. So I sit on the side of my bed, Whisper a prayer for the ones I've kept: "Make me a better man, Strengthen these hands. Save the ones I love when darkness falls, Be the flame that answers their call. Save the people of this world... and save me too." "I need you to be happy and healthy, Mr," Your voice still plays on, and on like a vinyl record. You need, you need, and I do too, Still breathing through the thought of you. Every 5 AM, I know it’s your 7 PM, Mapping your smile like a radio hymn. Heavy heart, then a softer glow, Still thinking of you — yeah, you know. Please take care of you — I need to know you're shining too. Far apart, but you cracked my heart wide, Butterflies in spring, still drift by my side. Maybe we’re just pen pals spinning stories, Maybe something bigger’s still in the inventory. Just know you’re loved — Not just by me — but a whole army above...

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