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mama- s

ima kill u in my one shots i am not a silly billy

Do you publish noebooks?

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gulpgulpgulpgulp (me to micah frfr)

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, "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

Pookie what are these storys your making... 

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