Comeback

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

Comeback to me