描述
Money flows, poisoned by greed,
don’t forget who stood before the need,
before gold chained your voice,
before every chair became a throne of noise.
Before friends required terms,
and walls closed in with no returns,
before love turned hollow,
and your reflection grew too dark to follow.
Before land became fractions,
freedom sold in crooked transactions,
before escape meant chemical haze,
and kindness was currency for shallow praise.
Take me back to the raw, the free,
to the fire, the wild,
to when I was truly me.
