I am not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot Hey yo, Iâm just like my country Iâm young, scrappy and hungry And Iâm not throwinâ away my shot
Iâma get a scholarship to Kingâs College I probably shouldnât brag, but dang, 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 Iâm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryna 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 donât have a gun to brandish I walk these streets famished The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, itâs getting dark, so let me spell out my 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 shittinâ on us endlessly Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around, runs a spendinâ spree He ainât ever gonna set his descendants free So there will be a revolution in this century Enter me, he says in parentheses Donât be shocked when your history book mentions me I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, youâll see my ascendancy And I am not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot Hey yo, Iâm just like my country Iâm young, scrappy and hungry And Iâm not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot Hey yo, Iâm just like my country Iâm young, scrappy and hungry And Iâm not throwinâ away my shot Itâs time to take a shot I dream of life without a monarchy The unrest in France will lead to anarchy? Anarchy how you say, how you, oh, anarchy? When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my, shot Yo, Iâm a tailorâs apprentice And I got yâall knuckleheads in loco parentis (loco parentis) Iâm joining the rebellion âcause I know itâs my chance To socially advance, instead of sewinâ some pants (woo) Iâm gonna take a shot And but weâll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me You and I Do or die Wait âtil 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 Iâm with you, but the situation is fraught Youâve got to be carefully taught If you talk, youâre 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 Letâs hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callinâ the pot What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppinâ 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 talkinâ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth I never had a group of friends before I promise that Iâll make yâall proud Letâs get this guy in front of a crowd I am not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot Hey yo, Iâm just like my country Iâm young, scrappy and hungry And Iâm not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot Hey yo, Iâm just like my country Iâm young, scrappy and hungry And Iâm not throwinâ away my shot Everybody sing Whoa, whoa, whoa Ayy, whoa (woo), whoa Should let âem hear ya (yeah) Letâs go Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops Whoa, whoa, whoa Said, to the rooftops Whoa, whoa, whoa A-come on (yeah) Come on, letâs go Rise up When youâre living on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that heâs gotta rise up Tell your sister that sheâs gotta rise up When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa, whoa) When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa) When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa) When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise up I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory Whenâs it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it cominâ, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought Iâd live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many Ask anybody why we livinâ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, thatâs plenty Scratch that this is not a moment, itâs the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand We roll like Moses, claiminâ 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 excitinâ But Jesus, between all the bleedinâ ânâ fightinâ Iâve been readinâ ânâ writinâ We need to handle our financial situation Are we a nation of states whatâs the state of our nation? Iâm past patiently waitinâ Iâm passionately mashinâ every expectation Every actionâs an act of creation Iâm laughinâ in the face of casualties and sorrow For the first time, Iâm thinkinâ past tomorrow And I am not throwinâ away my shot I am not throwinâ away my shot Hey yo, Iâm just like my country Iâm young, scrappy and hungry And Iâm not throwinâ away my shot Weâre gonna rise up (time to take a shot) I am not throwinâ away my shot Weâre gonna rise up (time to take a shot) I am not throwinâ away my shot Weâre gonna, rise up, rise up Itâs time to take a shot Rise up, rise up Itâs time to take a shot Rise up, itâs time to take a shot Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot Itâs time to take a shot, time to take a shot And I am not throwinâ away my Not throwinâ away my shot
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