Don't resist unto me to correct,
If you see am under misconduct,
Just remember I am not perfect,
And you are my near by prefect.
My soul and heart can't reconnect,
I'm wicked creature to be reconstruct,
You are my eyes and mirror strict,
Show me the way to my district.
My smile can't grunt me good life pact,
While money can't show me good fact,
So if my remedies bring bad impact,
Just face me and change my compact.
You are my friends my luck tract,
From you I will learn to abstract,
Help me bad behaviour to subtract,
And I will follow your way endeavour duct.
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