Two AM, lamp low, city’s asleep outside my window. Coffee cold, headphones on, pen moving but I don’t know where it’s going. Just the hum of my speakers and the thoughts I’m trying to free, room getting colder but my focus getting warmer when I breathe. Pages scattered on the floor, crossing out, rewriting, finding what’s true. This the hour when the noise dies, when I build something that’s mine to use. Hands cramping but I can’t stop, muscle memory taking over now. Every line’s a brick I’m laying, foundation getting stronger, I can feel it when it’s. Real, real, this is real. Two AM, this is when I feel. Line by line, brick by brick. This is real, this is it. Real, real, signal’s clear. Two AM, nobody here. What I make tonight won’t fade. This is real, this is where I stay. Replay, replay, looping sections ‘til they sound right in my ear. Bass knocking through the room, feel it rattle in my chest, getting near. Not chasing what they want, just building what feels honest in my hands. Pen to page, conductor to the current, that’s the only way I understand. Rhodes keys warm, filling up the space between the silence and the beat. Stack the syllables like scaffolding, precision in the way I speak. Corner store won’t open for another four hours, but I got what I need. Everything I need is right here in these four walls, just me. Real, real, this is real. Two AM, this is when I feel. Line by line, brick by brick. This is real, this is it. Real, real, signal’s clear. Two AM, nobody here. What I make tonight won’t fade. This is real, this is where I stay. When the sun comes up, this will still be standing. What I built in dark keeps expanding. Every word’s a witness, every bar’s a place, for the ones who listen after I’m erased. Two AM architect, this is where I’m found. Real, real, this is real. Two AM, this is when I feel. Line by line, brick by brick. This is real, this is it. Real, real, signal’s clear. Two AM, nobody here. What I make tonight won’t fade. This is real, this is where I stay. Blueprint hours, where I build. Blueprint hours, where I feel. Blueprint hours, make it real. Blueprint hours, this is real.
