How does a bASTARD, ORPHAN, son of a 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 workin’ a lot harder
By bein’ a lot sMARTER
By bein’ 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, drippin’ 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’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!!!
If you sang along and got the reference in the title of this post - you're my hero m8.
Peace out.
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