( I was high when I stared writing this, so content might stray off in some areas....)


The root of the mind leaves me solutions at times
Ideas become seeds, breeding youth in the vines
Breathing fumes so divine, dreaming moons in the sky
See the proof within the mind, I speak of truth in these lines

My every grain of thought is like the sand and the sieve
It simply flows through the crevices, to vanish in streams
I manage to dream, of these things far from credible
To support my foundation with an arc of pedestals
An architectual structure, I built with lyrical substance
See behind the bars, and mind how this criminal functions


In our history, chronicles were awesome and flawless in chance
To have the wisdom to see wrinkles of time in the palm of your hand
Yet another rule of the thumb, Paragon's an actual savage
No compatible rap is a match for my mallable status


Just some Off shit fa' ya'll...

Piece..


A.K.A. Paragon...