| Ill times rollin’lackin’the flow
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| Ache in my throat and wisdom seems so lost,
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| And yet it’s better in ways it’s different,
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| I miss those oldschool meditations
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| When relaxing and getting visions
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| Was a given with my eyes closed
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| I propose a toast, to myself
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| To find the time to ask my Lord and galaxy
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| To point me in the right direction,
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| I got my foot in the door,
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| I gotta keep on writin’and stay planted to this world,
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| Before I can take off
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| Please come back to me
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| I need to say goodbye to these old ways
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| Stagnant lifestyle’s no longer in my way,
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| I gotta keep on movin', so I pray,
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| And wait for a sign from my guides,
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| They help me proceed as I lay,
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| And dream of my future, I miss those times
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| Comeback to me |