Comeback

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 
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.....