GWB before GPS

Like a bridge over trouble waters

With our hands crossed behind our back

Seat of the car that slowly drove across the GWB

Way before GPS but we somehow would find our way

It was us looking out either side of the ride

Seeing water on both sides

Knowing tainted minds never learned to swim

and we were drowning in sin

It was different peeps with quiet streets

and ready for the taking

So we snook so we took from one side of the river

and brought it to the other side of the water

Every dime every nickel and quarter

But the trouble waters we crossed

would soon keep our hands behind our back

Seat of that car now with sirens and driven by blue

We knew

As the cuffs would become ajar

Our wrists would heal

but our conscience would forever bear a scar

It’s a thin line that separates

each side of right and wrong

that is always connected by that metal mental bridge

and it’s really not too far

when we’re looking down … on those trouble waters

Remembering crossing the GWB way before GPS

Just Beneath