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