3 AM

3 AM, the clock's tickin’, mind’s racin’ in the dark,

City lights flicker, but my thoughts hit like a spark,

No pace, no rest, just the grind and the sweat,

Echoes of dreams that I ain’t seen yet.

Streetlights flash like sirens in my headspace,

Chasin' shadows while the world moves at its own pace,

Got a pen in my hand, scribblin’ lines in a haze,

Life’s a maze and I’m lost in this midnight phase.

Coffee cups stackin’, heart beatin' like a drum,

Every breath I take feels heavy as I come undone.

No sleep for the wicked or the ones who dare to dream,

Scribble stories of my life while the hours scream.

Creepin’ through these streets like ghosts of the past,

Lookin’ for a future that’s built to last.

3 AM vibes got me up and restless,

No pace in this race, every thought feels precious.

Mind on a mission while the city sleeps tight,

Chasin’ down dreams under dim streetlight.

Thoughts collide like cars on an empty street lane,

A million voices echo but they all sound the same.

Pavement whispers secrets only midnight knows well,

Each corner turned feels like a new spell.

The rhythm of my heart syncs with every footstep,

Painted murals tell tales of life’s missteps.

Flickering hopes dance above in neon signs,

Telling me to rise up while I'm spitting these rhymes.

All these sleepless nights stitched into my soul,

Searching for meaning as I’m losing control.

Life’s an open book; I'm just turnin' the pages,

Ink's running dry but I'm filling up stages.

3 AM confessions spill into the night air,

No pace to this race; it’s truth or despair.

3 AM vibes got me up and restless,

No pace in this race, every thought feels precious.

Mind on a mission while the city sleeps tight,

Chasin’ down dreams under dim streetlight.

So here I stand at dawn's first light gleam,

With pages full of pain and hope intertwine seam.

These restless nights shape who I'm bound to be—

3 AM echoes keep calling me free. But no peace no rest.