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How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a Forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence |
Impoverished, in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar? |
The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter |
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a Trading charter |
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up |
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter |
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain |
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain |
Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man”
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland |
“Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and
The world is gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?” |
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait... |
When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden |
Half-dead sittin in their own sick, the scent thick
And Alex got better but his mother went quick |
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride, something new inside |
A voice saying “You gotta fend for yourself.”
He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf |
There would have been nothin’ left to do
For someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution |
Started workin’, clerkin’ for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin’ sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford |
Scammin’ for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin’ for the future see him now as he stands on
the bow of a ship headed for a new land |
In New York you can be a new man
Scammin’
In New York you can (Plannin’)
Be a new man— (Oooh...)
In New York you can
Be a new man— |
Just you wait!
Just you wait!
In New York you can be a new man—
In New York—
New York—
Just you wait!
Alexander Hamilton |
Alexander Hamilton
We are waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you
You could never back down |
You never learned to take your time!
You never learned to take your time!
Oh, Alexander Hamilton
Oh, Alexander Hamilton |
When America sings for you (Alexander Hamilton…)
Will they know what you overcame? (America sings for you) |
The world will never be the same, oh (Will they know you rewrote the game?)
The world will never be the same, oh |
The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him
Another immigrant (Just you wait)
Comin’ up from the bottom |
His enemies destroyed his rep (Just you wait)
America forgot him |
We fought with him
Me? I died for him
Me? I trusted him
Me? I loved him
And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him |
There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait!
What’s your name, man?
Alexander Hamilton! |
1776. New York City
Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir?
That depends. Who’s asking?
Oh, well, sure, sir |
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you
I’m getting nervous
Sir… |
I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. |
I may have punched him. It’s a blur, sir.
He handles the financials? You punched the bursar |
I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid |
So how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast?
It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed
You’re an orphan. Of course! I’m an orphan |
God, I wish there was a war!
Then we could prove that we’re worth more
Than anyone bargained for…
|
Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice
While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice |
Talk less
What?
Smile more
Ha
Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for
You can’t be serious |
You wanna get ahead?
Yes
Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead |
Yo yo yo yo yo!
What time is it?
Show time!
…like I said…
Show time! Show time! Yo! |
I’m John Laurens in the place to be!
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh! |
Those redcoats don’t want it with me!
Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free! |
Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette!
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! |
I came from afar just to say “Bonsoir!”
Tell the King “Casse toi!” Who’s the best?
C’est moi! |
Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin’ it, yes I heard ya mother said “Come again?”
Ayyyyy |
Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets…
Wow |
No more sex, pour me another brew, son!
Let’s raise a couple more…
To the revolution! |
Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college!
Aaron Burr!
Give us a verse, drop some knowledge! |
Good luck with that: you’re takin’ a stand
You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land
Boooo! |
Burr, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for?
If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?
Ooh (Ooh Ooh) |
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do? |
I am not throwing away my shot!
I am not throwing away my shot! |
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot! |
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish |
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge! |
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable |
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder |
Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished |
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name |
I am the—
A-L-E-X-A-N-D
E-R—we are—meant to be…
A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly |
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free |
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me!
(He says in parentheses)
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me |
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwing away
My shot (My shot!) |
I am not throwing away
My shot (My shot!)
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
And I’m not throwing away my shot (And I’m not throwing away my shot.)
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot |
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot! |
I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy?
‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’ |
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my—
Shot! |
Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis |
I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants!
I’m gonna take a—
Shot! |
But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me |
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another—
Shot! |
Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices |
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught:
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot! |
Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot |
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot... |
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not |
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!
Ooh |
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth |
I never had a group of friends before (Who are you?)
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud
Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd |
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot |
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot |
Ev’rybody sing:
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!)
Hey!
Whoa! (Whoa!)
Wooh!!
Whoa! (Whoa!)
Ay, let ‘em hear ya!
Yea! |
Let’s go!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
I said shout it to the rooftops! (Whoa!)
Said, to the rooftops! (Whoa!)
Come on!
Yea! |
Come on, let’s go!
Rise up!
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up |
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa! Whoa!) |
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!)
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!)
Whoa!
Rise up!
Rise up! |
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? |
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody? |
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many |
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty |
Scratch that
This is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with
Something to prove went? |
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land |
And? If we win our independence?
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? |
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless
Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants? |
I know the action in the street is excitin’
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’ |
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation? |
I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately
Smashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation! |
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow
And I am not throwing away my shot |
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot |
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