let’s talk
for a minute
about confidence.
you might think
i don’t have it,
“he only talks
about soft shit,
anxiety this,
overthinking that,”
but my words
hit home,
and you know
it’s the truth.
your favorite rapper
can spend three weeks
making the perfect rhyme
about smoking a blunt,
but no way
do his words
hit like mine.
i come up with these
in a few short minutes,
what does he have
after a month?
something about head, right?
not my style,
i’d rather write
the real stuff,
things people
take with them
long after the
first read.
call it sensitivity,
but your boy
knows how to
make his words
stick in the minds
of those around him.
who said i’m not confident?
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