The "little" man with "big" insecurities, many a Naysayer on the way.
Bid them goodbye to never-never land; with their complacency and mediocrity I send them away.
Their claws are blunt finding flaws,
All along insecurity projecting itself was the main clause.
Bye Bye Little Big or Big Little Man.
Death to Mr. Doubt
Got here by filling in
For the holes that people pointed out
Went back to the drawing board strategizing
With a reflexive punch for Mr.Doubt.
"Not enough smoke",
"Not enough fire", they said,
In an oblivion of artistic waters
Did I bury their disrespectful head.
It's easy to bitch and moan
On the sidelines like a bitter foe
For a momentary flex I'd never take a loan
It's only a few steps this facade shall go.
Like an architect of Dreams
The Creator endowed me with gifts
Horror-stricken competitor screams
Your face your brand I can spark the right lifts.
There's a set back on the spring board
Like a mandatory set piece for every man
A snake of nepotism under ladder
Throw this interjection into a scissoring Fan.
Slapping chaos into a single file
A concept-vending Machine in my head
You can go on tirelessly within the cubicle
While I sleep an artist's sleep on my bed.
Finding flaws not a superpower,
It's insecurity personified with a mouth
I mentioned the disrespectful head in the start
Yes, it's me who killed Mr. DOUBT.
