Pulse of the Streets

I walk where the pavement talks in beats

Where every crack holds untold feats

Sirens, horns — that’s the drumline

Survival’s the hook, and hustle’s the rhyme

Every step, another verse

Every block, a blessing or a curse

I feel the pulse of the streets in my chest

Where the real don’t sleep, and we never rest

Concrete veins, rhythm in the fight

This city breathes — it moves at night

Corner kids spittin’ bars for fun

Mothers workin’ double shifts till the sun

OGs watch from the stoops like kings

Stories passed in the air like rings

Every step, another verse

Every block, a blessing or a curse

I feel the pulse of the streets in my chest

Where the real don’t sleep, and we never rest

Concrete veins, rhythm in the fight

This city breathes — it moves at night

This ain’t glamour, this is truth

Graffiti hearts, abandoned youth

But in the cracks, there’s something pure

A beat that knocks, a soul that’s sure

Pulse of the streets, hear it loud

We stand tall, we speak proud

From broken blocks to dreams in heat

Our lives play out on these concrete sheets