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 old school 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