Thirty and Two

[Intro: monitor flatline, one drum hit] Thirty and two Come on [Hook] Thirty and two, thirty and two I ain't lettin' go, motherfucker, I ain't done with you Heel of my hand on the middle of your chest Thirty and two, you don't get to rest [Verse 1] Two-forty, bay three, doors kick in on a gurney Nineteen, gray lips, and a hoodie soaked and dirty Medic yellin' numbers I been hearin' for a decade Pressure in the basement and the pulse thin as a razor blade I'm five-foot-two, buck-ten, so I climb up on the rail Lock my elbows, stack my hands, and drive it like a nail Heard a rib crack, that's the sound of doin' it right Nobody tells you savin' lives sounds like a fight Doc is callin' meds, tech is countin' out the cycle Monitor's a flat line and it's starin' like a rival Mama in the hallway with her face against the glass I can't look at her, I can't, I gotta count it, gotta last Hour fourteen of a twelve and my scrubs ain't clean Ain't ate since Tuesday, runnin' on a vending machine [Hook] Thirty and two, thirty and two I ain't lettin' go, motherfucker, I ain't done with you Heel of my hand on the middle of your chest Thirty and two, you don't get to rest [Verse 2: drums tighten] Swap, tech takes the chest, I'm the one who bags the breath Squeeze it every six, I'm out here bargainin' with death Two minutes, pulse check, two fingers on the neck, nothin' Back up on the chest, and I ain't stoppin', I ain't bluffin' Doc says, "call it," and I act like I'm deaf Nineteen, he ain't even used the good years that he got left Shock, everybody clear, hands up like a robbery Body jumps, line twitches, then it's flat again, it's mockin' me Back on, thirty more, and my arms are made of sand I would rather snap my wrists than let him slip out of my hands [Triple-Time: drums go to sixteenths, chopper flow, monitor beeps on the beat] One two three four, push it two inches, let it come all the way back up, that's recoil, that's the whole game Five six seven eight, I'm a drummer with a heartbeat in my palms and a fire in my forearms and I don't feel pain Nine ten eleven twelve, I don't give a damn what the screen says, I can feel a little somethin' in the sternum, don't you turn him Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen, every number is a brick and I'm buildin' him a staircase out the basement, let me earn him Seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty, that's plenty, it ain't plenty, it ain't ever gonna be enough for me Twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three twenty-four, I'm a buck-ten wall standin' between this boy and the floor Twenty-five twenty-six twenty-seven twenty-eight twenty-nine Thirty [Break: everything cuts, one beep] Beep [Half-Time Slam: drums crash back heavy] Beep Beep Got a pulse, we got a pulse, I said we got a fuckin' pulse [Verse 3: half-time, strings swell] Four-twelve, I'm in the stairwell on the floor Hands shakin' so hard that I can't make a fist no more Mama found me there and hugged me, didn't know my name Called me angel, said her boy is breathin', said it twice the same I said, no ma'am, angels don't break bones I broke three of your son's, I'd break 'em all to bring him home Ninety seconds cryin', that's the only break I get Splash water, tie my hair, bay seven ain't breathin' yet They don't write songs about us, so I'm countin' my own beat Thirty and two, and I'm back up on my feet [Final Hook] Thirty and two, thirty and two New bay, same count, and I ain't done with you Heel of my hand on the middle of your chest Thirty and two, you don't get to rest [Outro: steady monitor beep] Beep Beep Next