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I think the guys' favorite Hamilton songs are like, like, song? Because like, me personally, I can't really choose. Like, I love You'll Be Back, Right Hand Man, Satisfied. Uh, I mean, um, stay alive, wait for it. Oh my goodness. It's, all of them are like, are so good. I just love the whole musical to be honest. Thank you.
Um, but you should watch it. Like, I can't tell you if like the music is good because I've heard people say that they don't like it. But like it's educational but at the same time who watches TV for education.
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman drop from the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean of poverty and impoverished squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar? The ten dollar, been a father without a father, got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being self-centered, by being 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 to keep his guard up. And sad, he was longing for something to be a part of, the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or bought it. Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned, the man in his house was driven down the drain. Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain, and he wrote his own refrain, a testament to his pain.
And the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man Take up a collection just to send him to the mainland Don't forget your education, don't forget from whence you came And the world's 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 When two years later, he saw Alex in his mother's bed Readin' half-dead, sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick And Alex got better, but his mother went quick No doin' that to cousin, the cousin committed suicide Let the wind out the room, bride him with something new inside My boy Stan, Alex, you got him flippin' for yourself, son
He started retreating, reading every treatise on the shelf There would've been nothing left to do for someone less than two He would've been dead or just as two without a sense of restitution Started working, working for his late mother's land Or trading sugarcane and rubbing all the things he can't afford Scanning for every book he can get his hands on Planning for the future, see now as he stands on the bow of the ship Heading for the new land, in New York you can be a new man In New York you can just do it, in New York you can just do it In New York you can just do it, in New York, just do it