I want to live daily
Like what my Almighty Lord says
Our daily bread today and I don't want a lot
Let the crowed hear who make a lot
Their eyes will be full only with the vile dust
For money they became slave and prisoner
Never the life lasts for a king or for a prince
Whatever ever you possessed and ration
Whatever you increase your treasure
They will have only a dust
Regardless they slept on great Pillow and Mattress
They will go with simple coven
Whatever they wore silk
That's what your fate, Man
No matter how grown up, become rich and an important
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