Pulse

Another soul gets caught in the blast
The pulse of the city the boulevard and ave
Where street wolves hunt and pull apart your ass
Close call but a bullet lodged in your abs
Your heartbeat rate races with no finish line
Ill adrenaline frozen like it’s wintertime
Spring into action like jumping off the scrimmage line
The melting pot real hot look how they intertwine
Heartbeat circulations play the main part heartbroken or cold Hearts a lot of bravе hearts
Once the pulsе stops then you find them in a graveyard
We ain’t talking shifts only danger without the safeguards
Before hitting the streets get down and pray hard
Ask for travel mercy Made it through the first eight yards
A safe journey and back I gotta praise God
How they’re playing with the tools will blast your face off
24/7 365 no days off
Your life cut down like struck by a chainsaw

But elsewhere there’s a new pulse fluttering
A fetus forming in the womb a life is structuring
A man about to be a father what he’s discovering
Provider protector two jobs he’s juggling
The sex of the baby is a girl now he’s stuttering
Overwhelmed by the joy the words he’s uttering
Are positive his pulse got the love rushing in
Feeling euphoric you felt it all when hugging him
A man on top of the world struck with good news
Party’s over, cut the late nights that’s a good move
Fake friends or family tell me which would you choose?
Cutting back on boos and the smoke for baby’s new shoes
Heart in the right place
New York in the nightscape
Contractions kicking in at any time her water might break
Slid to the hospital like a pair of ice skates
Made it in time to see the glow of her bright face
His pulse beat in excitement as his wife shakes
Embraced his newborn secured in a tight place

But crosstown on the rooftop something strange
There’s a woman on the ledge going through suffering pain Raised in the city where she hails from is southern Spain
Sick of this world she wants to go to another plane
Extreme heights got her heart rate pulsating
On the ground nervously you got her folks waiting
Trying to talk her out of it it’s not worth doing
She’s won’t listen to given advice seems too confusing
She’s adamant about how she wants to end it all
Flashback sexual abuse attacks she fended off
From a family member that happened over the years
Her pulse starts to race again drowned inside her tears
Haunted by the nightmares she can’t shake em off
A raging force, taking her over she’s like a racehorse
-She inches closer to the edge about to take off
The ground level, they got the whole block tapped off
We tried our best with this situation to stave off
And now everybody thinking what a great loss!

But over yonder, there’s a ceremony
Vows being exchanged after testimonies
The couples pulsating hearts coming second only
To the love in the air my baby and my tenderoni
It’s a beautiful day the guest in attendance
The hugs and kisses from family seeming endless
Congratulations, good luck said in every sentence
Bride and groom looking sharp their aura so tremendous
As she’s walking down the aisle filled with rose petals
So special passion peaking in those overdose levels
Approach the podium flashing cameras flicking off
Joy in the form of dropping tears is what dripping off
Her powdered face lift the veil felt her kiss was soft
Round of applause from the crowd their eyes are veering off
To mix emotions they moved off to another room
Finally did it it’s done we’ve done jump the broom
Let’s celebrate our honeymoon is in a month or two
It’s our life let’s pursue the things we want to do

But overseas in the war zone
A young man’s heart beating he wants to go home
Death surrounding him he speaks with a low tone
Black smoke from the bombs fills the ozone
Scared to death his comrades give off a low moan
Freezing nights in the snow location unknown
Blood stains on the grown look like a snow cone
The ET that’s in him wants to phone home
He can’t take it no more he’s about to lose it
In his housing unit
Not the same no matter how you view it
Post-traumatic stress is clear, so don’t confuse it
Or write it off as something minor his action proved it
Forward progress Na more like backward movement
He got a gun in his palm the night streets he’s cruising
Prescribed meds he’s misusing, got him reclusive
Panicking feeling antsy producing in his juices
Suicidal blood bleeding from his inner lip
His heartbeat slowing down and the trigger clicked