i have millenniums of material and rivers of rhythm

an entire ocean of emotion that's enlightening to swim in

also a forest of feeling, beaten paths of peace

trapped inside my silhouette i have to speak to release

demanding more from the pen than i horde from the pen

the line between playing to win and sin is thin

but i walk it with grace and i talk it with taste

i am that raw, simply put, and i rest my case

-cee lo, one for the road-