my shot
lin-manuel miranda
i am not throwing away my shot!
i am not throwing away my shot!
and i'm not throwing away my shot!
i'm 'a get a scholarship to king's college
i probably shouldn't brag
the problem is i got a lot of brains but no polish
i gotta holler just to be heard
i'm a diamond in the rough
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 don't have a gun to brandish
i walk these streets famished
the plan is to fan this spark into a flame
so let me spell out the name
e-r--we are meant to be. a colony that runs independently
britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly
then king george turns around
he ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
so there will be a revolution in this century
don't be shocked when your history book mentions me
i will lay down my life if it sets us free
and i am not throwing away
and i'm not throwing away my shot
i am not throwing away my shot
i am not throwing away my shot
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?
i make the other side panicky
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
instead of sewin' some pants!
and 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 'til i sally in
on a stallion with the first black battalion
you keep out of trouble and you double your choices
but the situation is fraught
you've got to be carefully taught: if you talk
i think your pants look hot
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
a bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
show me where the ammunition is!
sometimes i get over-excited
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
and i'm not throwing away my shot
i am not throwing away my shot
i am not throwing away my shot
and i'm not throwing away my shot
i said shout it to the rooftops!
when you're living on your knees
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?
i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?
do i run or do i let it be?
is it like a beat without a melody?
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
we have to make this moment last
where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went. foes oppose us
claimin' our promised land
and? if we win our independence?
is that 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'
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 passionately
smashin' every expectation
every action's an act of creation!
i'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
i'm thinkin' past tomorrow. and i am not throwing away my shot
i am not throwing away my shot
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!
it's time to take a shot!
it's time to take a shot!
it's time to take a shot!
a-yo it's time to take a shot!
and i am not throwing away my
not throwing away my shot!