OLD piece I put to a beat: "Born In Georgia"

[IamBenT]

This is an old piece, I don't even think I write like this and probably don't sound like this much anymore either. recorded on Audacity with the cheapest mic and headphone combo I could find lol

Audio here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVA-JL4ZY7I

Lyrics here:

Born in Georgia, forged for a destiny "blessed"/
Passed every test and left academically BEST/
Invested in the Power of God like priests marrying/
But His concept of freedom left me carrying/
Doubts about the government as heavy as iron/
Instead of relying on czars and political science/
I decided my freedom lies in pursuing a riot/
The movement was strong, but needed a leader to carry it/
So who better than me to teach the proletariat?/
Crafting manifestos to expose violent massacres/
Which occured as the spurts of rebellion emerged/
Defining "Freedom"? Our's depends on those in power/
And how much they can suck from foes and cowards/
The time has finally come to claim our stake/
Take a stand, revamp this 'shame" with grace/
The meaning of freedom lies within my life/
And the deed ive done despite the strife/
Tore my nation apart, for a cause that's worthy/
Political crime gave hard time before I was thirty/
So freedom to me is being fearless of the shank/
Or the dogs, or the cold sickness darker and dank/
Than any before and scores of sores from labor/
Made em feel my bruises oozing thru the boisterous papers/
And pamphlets which anxiously spread the fire/
Sparking an blaze of action that rose in spires/
Experiment at best, but we called it "revolution"/
Helped write the constitution, all because my elocution/
Enraptured masses and wrapped synapses up/
And soon all my brethren will sip the fancy cup/
Of riches that await a country for the people/
By the people, of the people, not the evil/
Fascism that harrases the Europeans/
Their "freedom'" is a demon they're incapable of seein'/
A "freedom" that I'm hell-bent to put in 'inferno'/
But damn, i think this is too much to put in a journal/
Last entry, cuz who knows where this'll end up/©
Don't want folks to think I'm weak and defenseless/
So hereby end the chronicles,.... all in/
The young life of J. Vissarionovich Stalin/ ©