Big Ole Words (Damn) - CeeLo Green

Big Ole Words (Damn) - Cee Lo Green
Mm Ok Ok
Yeah
Y' all thought I lost it
In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen
It's just that lately life has been a lost less inspirin
To tell you the truth trials and tribulations is very tirin
I gotta play a little game of gimmick and gunfirin
I'm not aspirin to be any lower or higher than
I get equal as in eye to eye again
I'm the truth I'm complicated I'm all ready but try again
I've got to die once to never ever die again
And what I believe within I engrave within my skin
And one thang that I ain't is a saint without a sin
How could there be a now if there never was a then
That is unbalanced just like the yang without the yen
I am distinguishably deeper as opposed to the paper-thin
And I breathe oxygen and you rhymin bout rocks again
You stagnant standing still enough to feel the world spin
I'm beginning to smell the end in the path of the blowing wind
Hopefully I'm fortunate enough to spend forever with a friend
I'm slow dancing with destiny every day until then
When I first got my big break I said that I would never bend
And discredit my character to keep up or contend
And my belief beat baseline secrete such a special blend
I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend
I am not like you at all and I cannot pretend
That shit was funky
I get off on an extension or compare comprehension
I'm in a classroom of my own I'm too far gone for competition
Yet I'm never obnoxious with my obvious ambition
Perfectly imperfect is my dimension's definition
I engage my pen pierces the page so that it bleeds my intention
With honorable mention of God's divine intervention
I'm incredible I'm inevitable and there's no possible prevention
I'll hardly (have to) scream my dream and I'll have your undivided attention
The powers that be will be beaten into submission
And you will be able to see my revolution on television
You'll get an aneurysm f**kin around with my head on collision
With the power to get you dead and half the dead risen
I remember when my development was arrested
I was doin time on my mind misguided and misdirected
I was sick so sick if I spoke to you you'd be infected
Then my conscience was cleared of all charges and I came out corrected
Reinvented refined replenished and well rested
On a mission for a medium to manifest the thoughts I collected
After that everything I breathed upon I blessed it
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected
But it was thrown out of court because of course the Creator and I connected
He told me