Confidence and cockiness
Two sides of the same thing
One helps us succeed
The other brings a sting

Confidence, if placed in God
Is what we really need
That can also be called faith
That God planted in us a good seed

Seeds like "ability" and "confidence"
And "determination" grow a lot
But "cockiness" is a seed from Satan
Not a seed planted by God

Cockiness is simply pride
Taken to such an extreme
That the cocky man has replaced Jesus Christ
With himself as a usurper king

We say "say it 'til you make it"
But is that what Satan wants us to think?
He knows that words are powerful
In pursuit of good or evil
So he knows they can powerfully deceive

Deceiving ourselves
Is great to the Father of Lies
Because self-deceit makes us cocky
And keeps us from acting wise

He nearly ripped my throat out just to prove his point.
The bleeding thumbs of an angry boy can be tasted on my tongue at 11 pm.
His desire lies in between his toes and his malice in between his teeth.
He screams to a God he'll never praise and kisses a father he'll never love.
The sound of the air blowing between my teeth, however, shut him the **** up.
Shhh.
I have a project for you.
It involves you losing your victimizing nature.
Dropping your entitlement.
Opening your baby browns.
And listening.
Your sweat will never taste sweet until you love yourself like you loved her.
Your legs will stumble on their insecurities until you dance in your impurities.
Your vengeance is futile and will only make you avoided.
I can scream too.
You want to scream?
Scream with me.
But don't say I didn't help you.
Don't say I didn't try.
Don't act like the blisters and welts on your tan skin are from my fire.
You want blood?
I got plenty.
I'll jump rope with your esophagus.
Play dress up in your epidermis.
Understand your motives and thoughts better than Lauryn Hill.
But you can't assume anymore.
You can't believe that I fall to my knees because you make me weak.
That's not the case.
I don't need you like you need me.
Oh, please.