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,