Theodosia writes me a letter everyday I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away He’s on the British side in Georgia He’s trying to keep the colonies in line But he can keep all of Georgia Theodosia, she’s mine
Love doesn’t discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep loving anyway We laugh and we cry And we break And we make our mistakes And if there’s a reason I’m by her side When so many have tried Then I’m willing to wait for it I’m willing to wait for it
My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya
My mother was a genius
My father commanded respect
When they died they left no instructions Just a legacy to protect
Death doesn’t discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall And we break And we make our mistakes And if there’s a reason I’m still alive When everyone who loves me has died I’m willing to wait for it I’m willing to wait for it
Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it
I am the one thing in life I can control
Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it
I am inimitable I am an original
Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it
I’m not falling behind or running late
Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it
I’m not standing still I am lying in wait
Wait Wait Wait
Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb
Climb Climb Climb
He has something to prove He has nothing to lose
Lose Lose Lose Lose
Hamilton’s pace is relentless He wastes no time
Time Time Time
What is it like in his shoes?
Hamilton doesn’t hesitate He exhibits no restraint He takes and he takes and he takes And he keeps winning anyway He changes the game He plays and he raises the stakes And if there’s a reason He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
Life doesn’t discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes
We rise and we fall He play and he raises the stakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive When so many have died Then I’m willin’ to
Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait
I’ve finally succumbed to the Hamilton craziness… yep, I did, so I’ve been listening to it nonstop for the last few days. So Musical Mondays is gonna feature a song from there, of course ;).
I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable Only nineteen but my mind is older These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder Every burden, every disadvantage I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish I walk these streets famished The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be
A colony that runs independently Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free So there will be a revolution in this century Enter me, he says in parentheses
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy
And I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot It’s time to take a shot
I dream of life without a monarchy The unrest in France will lead to onarchy? Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy? When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my, shot
Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis I’m joining the rebellion ’cause I know it’s my chance To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants I’m gonna take a shot
But we’ll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion Have another shot
Geniuses, lower your voices You keep out of trouble and you double your choices I’m with you, but the situation is fraught You’ve got to be carefully taught If you talk, you’re gonna get shot
Burr, check what we got Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth I never had a group of friends before I promise that I’ll make y’all proud
Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd
I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot
Everybody sing Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa Ay, let ‘em hear ya
Let’s go
Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops Whoa, whoa, whoa come on
Come on, let’s go Rise up When you’re living on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up
When are these colonies gonna rise up? When are these colonies gonna rise up? When are these colonies gonna rise up? When are these colonies gonna rise up?
Rise up I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I’d live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty
Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land And? If we win our independence? ‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants? I know the action in the street is excitin’ But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’ We need to handle our financial situation Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation? I’m past patiently waitin’ I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation Every action’s an act of creation I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow
And I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot) We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot) We’re gonna, rise up, rise up
It’s time to take a shot Rise up, rise up, it’s time to take a shot Rise up, it’s time to take a shot Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot It’s time to take a shot, time to take a shot And I am not throwing away my shot Not throwing away my shot
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