Aaron Burr:
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore 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?
John Laurens:
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 14, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.
Marquis de Lafayette:
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.
Hercules Mulligan:
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.
Aaron Burr:
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:
Alexander Hamilton/My name is Alexander Hamilton/And there's a million things I haven't done/But just you wait/Just you wait.
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