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Ngrihu (Rise and Shine) 2 by Tomas

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Ngrihu (Rise and Shine) 2

Hip-Hop

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2 am, neon steam, cold pavement under soles
corner deli light, radio static, distant rolls
subway screech, sneaker squeaks, breath fogs the air
hand on the hoodie, heartbeat boxed, but i don't scare
concrete confessions in graffiti and in cracks
i count the losses, stitch the wins, flip the facts
clock ticks a metronome, city hums the score
i lace my lines with street-smoke hope and something more
late night, bright fight, keep the line tight
every corner holds a story — we rewrite
short breaths, long steps, feel the skyline
this is ours, this is now — mark the time
rise and shine — cut the ropes, take flight
heartbeat’s a drum — we own the night
no chains, no pause — we claim the sky
ngrihu, ngrihu — lift your hands up high
cold asphalt memory, neon haloed dreams
vendor calls, steam from cups, cinnamon and schemes
mama said, "keep your head," papa said, "earn the beats"
i flipped sorrow into verses, turned cold nights into heat
echoes from the block, harmonize with the bass
stacked syllables, quicksilver, push back the grey space
from stoop to stage, small lights to stadium glow
we choreograph the climb — feel the tempo grow
rise and shine — cut the ropes, take flight
heartbeat’s a drum — we own the night
no chains, no pause — we claim the sky
ngrihu, ngrihu — lift your hands up high
ngrihu, ngrihu — zemra rreh, nata është tonë
(s'ka kthim mbrapa) — hold the line, we move as one
listen — a syncopated hi-hat, 808 pulse in the chest
i spit precise like city maps, press the crest
internal rhymes, spine aligned, timing tight
from basement cyphers to the rooftop lights
see the balkan minor sample weave under the hook
a pop shqip cadence tucked inside the book
we fold the old world into beats that roam
every phrase a passport stamp, every bar a home
rise and shine — cut the ropes, take flight
heartbeat’s a drum — we earn the night
no chains, no pause — now stake the sky
ngrihu, ngrihu — we lift, we rise, we fly
neon fades but the echo holds our names
concrete keeps the rhythm, fire plays no games
vibrant and eternal — this legacy we trace
from cold pavement promise to dawn’s warm embrace
ngrihu — rise. this is our time, our place.