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MY NAME IS PHILIP I AM A POET

The bow of a ship headed for the new land
          In New York you can be a new man
          In New York you can be a new man (just you wait)
          In New York you can be a new man (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
          Oh, Alexander Hamilton
          Alexander Hamilton
          When America sings for you
          Will they know what you overcame?
          Will they know you rewrote your game?
          The world will never be the same, oh
          The ship is in the harbor now
          See if you can spot him (just you wait)
          Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (just you wait)
          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 (shot him, shot him)
          There's a million things I haven't done
          But just you wait
          What's your name, man?
          Alexander Hamilton

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, "Alex, 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

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 

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