Prologue/In NY You Can Become a Man

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(This book was inspired by:

Hifriendsilikebooks

and

Birdie1047

and my old Hamiltots book that I killed off

Aaron:

How does the "Bad kid," orphan, son of the poor

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: 

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

When he was a kid, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

Laf: 

And every day while kids were being worked 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

Herc: 

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:

 Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man

Won an essay contest 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?

Alex: 

Alexander Hamilton

My name is Alexander Hamilton

And there's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait, just you wait

Eliza: 

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden

Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden

Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

(Whispered): And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Mr. Washington:

 Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside

A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

Aaron: 

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute

He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution

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