Drugs with whores

 College in the 80’s, What a blurry blast 

Reagans in the house doing his act 

16 in ‘81, by the time the decades done 

I’m now the whore’s the natural fact 

80’s almost killed me, in fact the old guys dead

I was way worse than tax collector

Jesus tracked me down, clemency for a clown 

From ‘65 on He’s my protector 

What to do with new guy, no more drugs and whores 

I’m in the Book and have a mapped out plan 

Help me to be humble, You’re Light so I don’t stumble 

Walk me home with You hand in Hand.

Luke 18:13-14

“But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’

“I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”