Tekst piosenki
I'll 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
