I used to write secular,
My mind was on being popular,
Instead of being a beggar,
Never knew in me had so many errors.

I used to be bragadocious,
Used words that were vicious,
To those in need I turned deaf years,
I knew never it would come my year.

I only visioned to earn money,
And to live a life of party,
Get a house and a buggati,
Or labda be a mnati.

Was focused in the wrong stuff,
Making me just like chaff,
Now I got my eyes on you,
And I can see the way out.


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