Ill times rollin' lackin the flow
ache in my throat and wisdom seems so lost,
and yet it's better in ways it's different,
i miss those oldschool meditations when relaxing
and getting visions was a given
with my eyes closed i propose a toast,
to myself to find the time to ask my lord and galaxy
to point me in the right direction,
i got my foot in the door,
i gotta keep on writin' and stay planted to this world,
before i can take off
please, come back to me
i need to say goodbye to these old ways
stagnant lifestyle's no longer in my way,
i gotta keep on movin', so i pray,
and wait for a sign from my guides,
they help me proceed as i lay,
and dream of my future, i miss those times
come back to me