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
Ven w/ 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 plan
O this world, be4 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 sig
M my guides, they help me proceed as I lay, and dream of my future, I miss those times....cumback to
me.....