Like water under bridges  It finally starts to sink in Sometimes I’m rappin it But mostly I be singin it , better then sinking these ships with these loose Lips Discovered the echoes, projected , with in, are victim-us. Projected underneath these bridges Are the currents, I’m currently swim-min in  the water seeps in and keeps drowning , delivered sin, Ironically born again ,Fire and water repelled my skin My voice has been exposed and now the echos are bouncing off the walls of the bottles I keep them in Borrowed are the reflections, Mirrored in I’ve been deflecting it, Protestin all the ways and choices vested in, Fire brought out my  demons They collected them , The thing is that I wanted to let it sink in, So I got some validity , No guarantees , no scars got no second scenes Only first shots and parody’s of moments lost But waters what healed ‘em Not hard to comprehend  but lately my cards I ain’t been Dealing em but stealing them  from other ideas, it’s Treasonous. Asked god which way heaven was  Directions, so devious, Plead with us, I got it late and now living life’s a must , breaking Trust  brick by brick im breaking up I’m trying to make a post ,with out mail To the men I ghosted So i chose post it notes I left them on the bedroom dresser Don’t Let the Demons  ,We killin it, emotionally not ok financially billing us. Fucking furnace always trying to Keep my furnace lit Catching up, just a few years late. Just wanna play , but rewind is my game , need to cross the start and finish repetition freed the same thing in which you were given So burning them is the main reason I’m living The past has an ending ,beginnings then limited...  tried it once , spoke so loud the heavens opened up spoke so loud,that i won’t be giving it up  But the 4 walls of mind are just like a prison …shit I’m bout to give in Looked so high we might be forced in  Remission,  trying to get it right ,for this life, no longer slipping up in This life time , all I asked for is patience and time enough My tape I can’t rewind it ,take my book  I can’t sign it, Why cross my ts when it’s my eyes that need dottin What’s the point to build bridges If we can’t set them on fire.