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.....