NUM1 - Deal with the Devil

Started from passion and from a thread
Jotting some ideas my fingers covered in lead
Seeing what could be from ambition inside my head
I see it clearly, so I start building from time ahead
Putting things together I'm burning ink from my pen
Pressure on my fingertips not sure what to expect
Building and creating and reading things never read
Little did I know where all this labor would've lead
I had something going and going well
Numbers moving up getting higher up on the shelf
Future looking bright but I'm worried if I would fail
Odds are stacked against me I'm starting to doubt my skill
That's where the Devil starts infecting and reinforcing my will
Fills with doubts and expectations and forcing his reputation
Begging me on his vacation why don't I take over a little
Not sure what to think of the deal
He promised he could take my life to new heights
I wanted nothing more than for my vision to rise
And maybe I doubt myself but fine I'll leave it beside
I guess I want success even if stepped on my pride
Let him join, let him join
I better not disappoint
Prove my value's not a gamble
Never a flip of a coin
I'm trying to impress the devil
Make this worthy of his time
Take my efforts to new levels
I'm cranking the bottom line
Late nights on top of late nights
Around the same time that she left me
Stakes starting to rise
As my burdens are getting heavy
Drown myself in work
Only answer I had in plenty
This the only thing I have
I can't let the devil resent me
But inevitably I'm slipping up
Due dates I already missed enough
Any moment that I'm dropping the ball hear him shouting like
"Why aren't picking up"
While you're not doing anything
Any blemish then I fix the stain
Try to explain my side
But the devil gave up on listening
I really started to doubt myself
That maybe I am making all these mistakes
Maybe I'm not good enough
Maybe this isn't for me
I refuse to ever put myself in a situation
Where I feel trapped and less than I actually am
I let it fly because it's family
Sharing in anatomy
Much too in common
Except maybe counting of calories
Hahaha I'm kidding
But it's kind of ironic
When you speak down on others
But you've never truly been on it
Testament to your weakness
Wanna go swallow the deep dish
Hahaha there I go again
Now I'm getting facetious
But this pushback I think you need this
I pray that your ego breaches
My cold words should make you freeze it
My inferior you best believe it.
Confidence returned cause I'm building it for my own
My mental state improved immensely since the day that I left home
And my strength is coming back now you can hear it from my tone
This energy and drive just resurface when I'm alone
Flaws you always saw in me were all too overblown
Just a method to project that you were struggling with your own
Like we're Romulus and Remus
Except one's trying to get too famous
And behavior's getting heinous
While I'm taking over Rome
I see things in the devil that are making me change beliefs
A crystal ball of what I could've been without humility
I don't need his critique now that I'm starting to feel complete now
This deal with the devil is something I no longer need
I'm getting farther ahead my velocity's at its peak
Same things we tie in talent I exceed in my technique
Your projects are for vanity my mission is for me
Guess I'll give it a couple years maybe then we'll really see

Written by:
Naman Singh

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