Myshot+Helpless+Satisfied

I am not throwing away my shot!

I am not throwing away my shot！

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

Ev'ry burden， ev'ry 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!

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 （my shot）

I am not throwing away My shot （my shot）

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

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!

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