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 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 planted to 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 sign from my guides, they help me proceed as i lay,  
and dream of my future, i miss those times.... 
cumback to me.....