Alexander Hamilton

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman
dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Carribean
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 are a million things I haven't done.
But just you wait, just you wait.