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Hamilton: 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.
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!
Oh, am I talkin' too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth.
I never had a group of friends before
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!
Let's go! Yea!
I said shout it to the rooftops!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Said, to the rooftops! Whoa!
Come on! Whoa! Come on, let's go! Yea!
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 gonnarise 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!
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?
‘Zat 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.
We're gonna rise up!
Time to take a shot! Not throwing away my shot.
We're gonna rise up!
Time to take a shot! Not throwing away my shot.
We're gonna We're gonna rise up! Rise up!
Time to take a shot!
Rise up! Rise up!
Time to take a shot!
Rise up! Rise up!
Take a shot!
Shot! Ri- ri- ri Shot!
A-yo, it's time to take a shot! Time to take a shot!
And I am– Not throwin' away my-
Not throwin' away my shot!

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