Alexander Hamilton

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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 rained. 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 ya 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 10, 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
Somethin' new inside;
a voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself".
He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf.

There would've been nothin' left to do
for someone less astute.
He would've been dead and destitute
Without a cent of restitution,
started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord.
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and other things he can't afford.

Scannin' 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 (x4) In New York (New York) Just you wait (x3)

Alexander Hamilton
We are waiting in the fields for you
you could never back down;
you never learned to take your time
Alexander Hamilton
America Sings for you.
Do they know what you overcame?
Do they know you control your name? The world will never be the same, oh.

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him.
Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom, his enemies destroyed his rep, 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
Whats ya name man?
ALEXANDER HAMILTON!

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