It's plenty of things I can't afford to have, to keep pressing towards what's calling: "Doubt" and "Fear." Not a by the book or letter Christian, just one whose been around enough, to know it plenty of things, I can't afford to have in this fight, cause it's a useless argument to why you can't, cause it's human for us to see the bad, when in the midst, it's a blessing.
It's plenty of times, where I thought for sure my enemies would bury me. Satan's arguments would be the time he would call me home. But, a sudden calmness comes, the hustler in me, doesn't doubt. It kills and be the bully over the fear. With the anticipation to see if this bullet will kill me, cause it's God who has the last say, all I can do is accept it.
Again, I'm not being biblical, only stating what he's shown me, taught me and brought me through. So many seen and unseen enemies, so called friends, and family. Everyone talking, pulling trying to rip you apart, you feel like "damn, can it get any worse?" But, without tears you still stand tall, not knowing why, just drowning out the drama, praying that be my testimony, cause what else can say you was here. I rather be what God says I am, than holding on to stuff I don't need."
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