Come Back

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

Come back to me