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 the se 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...
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