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After though I went back to New York after though I went back to New York I I finished up my studies and I practiced a lot. I'll pack this little bird wings next door.
Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me. Are you aware they're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand new nation, the liberty behind the liberation!
Oceans rise, empires fall, we have seen each other through it all, And when push comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love.
I'm not here for you I know my sister like I know my own mind you will never find any I want to shut the last time I love my sister more than anyone in this life I want your happiness over mine every time
I was a bastard, orphaned, son of a whore and a Scotsman Dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean A poverty spotters and squalor, grew up to be a hero and a scholar A ten dollar found a father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter, by being self-centered by fourteen Placed him in charge of a trading charter And every day I was slaves, ruby and solder And carted away across the way of his struggle to keep his God 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 saw his future driven down the drain Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain Then he rose for his refrain, a testament to his pain And the word got around that he said This kid is insane man, took a book of elections and sent 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 Died within two years Later, see Alex in his mother bed Ridden half-dead Sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick And Alex got better, but his mother went quick Movin' with the cousin, the cousin committed suicide Let them win nothin' but ruin Pride's on the doin' side Of always stayin' out So you gotta think for yourself instead Between the readin' and every treatise on the shelf
There would have been nothing left to do for someone less than two. He would have been dead or just a tool. Devastating restitution started working. Clerking for his late mother's land. Loaning, trading, trick or treating. Robbing all the things he can't afford. It's getting full. Whoever he but can get his hands on. Planning for the future. See him now as he stands on the bow of the ship. Heading for the new land. New York, you can be a new man.