I See as time counts down for me (country rap)

Every morning started the same way: two sleepy girls, one tired father, and a quiet promise to God to do the best he could that day. There were days when money was tight, when worries were loud, when the world outside felt too hard and too cruel. But still, he got them up, made sure they said their prayers, and tried to show them—more than tell them—what it meant to stand tall in a world that keeps trying to knock you down. He wasn’t perfect, but he was present. He wasn’t rich, but he was steady. And in a world like this, that is a rare and holy thing.

When they were sick, he sat by their beds, counting breaths and checking foreheads, whispering, “You’re gonna be okay,” even when he was scared himself. He taught them how to clean not just their rooms, but their lives—how to take responsibility, how to respect what they had. He taught them how to cook, not just to feed themselves, but to understand that love often shows up in small, simple things: a warm meal, a clean home, a light left on when someone is late. He tried to give them every tool they would need to stand on their own two feet, to be strong enough to walk through this world without losing who they are.

He was only thirty‑five when he found himself raising two daughters and trying to be mother, father, teacher, and protector all at once. The years went by faster than he ever imagined. One day he looked up and his oldest was thirty, with children of her own. Five grandchildren now—five living, breathing reminders that his love did not stop with his daughters; it flowed forward into another generation. He looked at them and whispered, “Thank you, Lord, for standing by my side through everything,” because he knew he hadn’t walked this road alone.

Now, when he watches his daughters move through the world—working, loving, parenting, building lives that shine with strength and kindness—he sees the proof of all those long nights and early mornings. He sees it in the way they care for their own children, in the way they handle struggle without breaking, in the way they keep their faith when life gets heavy. Sometimes he just sits there quietly, tears in his eyes, overwhelmed with a pride so deep it almost hurts. Because he knows: he had a hand in this. With God’s help, he raised them right. And in a world as hard as this one, seeing your children and grandchildren doing well is one of the greatest blessings a father can ever hold.