“The Ballad of Ross Ulbricht"
To the tune of Hurricane by B. Dylan
In the shadowed corners of the digital night,
Ross Ulbricht dreamed of a world that was right.
With freedom in mind and a keyboard in hand,
He built a Silk Road, an uncharted land.
Ross was a thinker, a man with a plan,
To challenge the system, to take a bold stand.
With Bitcoin and code, he opened the gate,
To a marketplace free from the hands of the state.
Here comes the story of the Silk Road king,
A freedom fighter, for whom the gavel swings.
They locked him away, for daring to dream,
In the land of the free, or so it seems.**
The market was buzzing, the people could trade,
In a place where their choices and freedoms were made.
From medicine to books, from drugs to art,
It was a vision of freedom right from the start.
But the powers that be couldn't let it go on,
They saw it as chaos, they saw it as wrong.
They hunted him down, they made it their quest,
To bring down the Silk Road, to make an arrest.
Here comes the story of the Silk Road king,
A freedom fighter, for whom the gavel swings.
They locked him away, for daring to dream,
In the land of the free, or so it seems.**
In a San Francisco library, they closed in tight,
Arrested Ross Ulbricht in broad daylight.
They took his computers, they took his dreams,
They painted him guilty with sinister schemes.
The trial was swift, the charges were vast,
They sentenced him harshly, they did it so fast.
Life without parole for the crimes they declared,
But the evidence was shaky, the judgment unfair.
Here comes the story of the Silk Road king,
A freedom fighter, for whom the gavel swings.
They locked him away, for daring to dream,
In the land of the free, or so it seems.**
Supporters cry out, "This isn't just!
He fought for our freedom, and that's why he must
Be set free from this prison, this sentence so grim,
For the crime of believing in freedom's whim."
The fight isn't over, the battle goes on,
For Ross and the dream that he spawned.
A martyr for freedom in a digital age,
Locked up for daring to open the cage.
Here comes the story of the Silk Road king,
A freedom fighter, for whom the gavel swings.
They locked him away, for daring to dream,
In the land of the free, or so it seems.**
Here comes the story of the Silk Road king,
A freedom fighter, for whom the gavel swings.
They locked him away, for daring to dream,
In the land of the free, or so it seems.
