A R Rahman's song who inspire me.

Fortune and fame,
Don’t really matter,
Win this game.
Respect, Respect.
If the honor of the self,
The self does stain.
Respect. Respect.
And to do no wrong,
And to do no bad.
With power and glory,
What do they have?
Honor. Respect.
And in happy times,
Bow down thy soul.
And when times are sad,
Lift your heart for sure.
Respect. Respect.
And when dignity comes dropping dead,
It’s like the hair fallin’ off the head.
Honor. Respect.

Though small, like a berry seed,
A deed, done so mean,
Diminishes respect,
And makes the mighty man so weak.
And the gates to the land of God,
Don’t open up, No, no.
So why follow men like those?
Follow them no more!
And with honor to die,
Is indeed a better price,
Than to follow them,
Ooh compromise.
Respect. Respect.
And without honor, Without dignity,
There is no use of life to cure the body.
Respect. Respect. Respect.

And like the tears that die, when they hear them fall,
When respect is gone, people’d rather die, y’all.

And those who refuse to live,
When dishonor prevails,
Are worshipped by all,
In times, endless trails,
Respect!
Respect!
Respect!