[James]
Even if this sound funny, know that it isn't
Ever since I envisioned myself participating in hedonism I isn't
Here in the present. I'm representing losing the vision
Instead of talking to God with the pencil, I'm chasing women
In need of perspecitve
There's a hole that's growing inside of the deepest recesses
and I need to respect it
'cause no matter how many c-notes, dro, "hoes," and liquor I cast into it
The influence is that it's getting bigger
Music and writing is all that I have exciting enough to ignite the feeling
That this emptiness is an illusion
Like the feeling of separation from god and everything else that's in the universe as a symptom of being human
Go 'head and prove it
Tell me that you can do it
Show me you have an answer to everything that's elusive
I wanna be lucid
But instead I have a head, two arms, two legs, and a heartbeat that's so intrusive

[Chorus] [x2]
Who ever told us that we live in a man's world is lying
(Why?)
'Cause all my favorite men are dying with this hole deep inside their heart
This dark soul that we have tearin' us apart
(Now where we at?)

[Paradigm]
I never claimed to be a saint, true breeze
New me, awaken light of a new steeze
Grew seeds in my garden. New trees
Cool breeze, smokin' papers: Blue cheese
I'm tryna hit'em like a therapist
Feed my spirit with greenery. No spinach or asparagus
You African, I'm African American
This is food for thought, and half of it is perishing
We gotta fight to keep our heritage
Tryna find me in this chaos. Feel like a terrorist in my own body
Nature's homebody
Let the truth be told, it's Godly
I look for ways to expand my mind
Set trends I can stand behind
Transcend through the hands of time
Redefine all of man's designs
Can't align 'cause I am divine
It's Paradigm, the jovian one
I write rhymes to a jovian drum
and I shine like a jovian sun
Maybe that's why I feel so connected to the cosmos
So much further than Chicago
One time for my sisters and brothers
One time for my single mothers
We all hail from the motherland
Stolen but never lost, from the palms of our mother's hands
Gotta hold it together like rubber bands
Feeling like I'm hella out of place
Like I'm from outer space
Without a trace of a history for me to explore
Open doors but they keep closing
Hope for more but I keep knowing
Things only get worse before improvement
I make music
Feeling like I can't do it
God, I can't do it
And I don't mean to drag her name through it
Knocked out, but then I came to it
I'm wide awake

[Chorus x2]