Taproot

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 w/ 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, be4 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....cumback to me.....