You need freedom ? What it means to you?
You make a lot of money now.
The clothes in which you once felt liberty,
why have now they become shackles for you ?
Just the delusion of wealth has made you show this duality.

Just some sprinkles of fame,
and you become hesitant to speak in your dialect, Why ?
How will you have it justified ?

Some toxic sips of lust and you begin to reject your origin, your root,
I must say, it is sure a moot.

And you claim to be in love, what is it ?
I am not asking you about begging.
What has led to the deterioration of complacence ?
What has gotten you convinced that you are living in absence ?
My answer would be that same old begging.
It is bitter and harrowing but it is blatant pal.
This work of mine doesn't contain much rhyme as the prior ones do,
but I know the message you have understood.