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My Shot
Lin-Manuel Miranda Lyrics


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I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot

I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I probably shouldn't 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
I'm 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 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 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 shittin' on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spendin' spree
He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me (he says in parentheses)

Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwin' away my shot (my shot)
I am not throwin' away my shot (my shot)
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot

I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
It's 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, I'm a tailor's apprentice
And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis (loco parentis)
I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants (woo)
I'm gonna take a shot

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
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I'm with you, but the situation is fraught
You've got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you're 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
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, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin' too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
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 throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot

I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ayy, whoa (woo), whoa
Should let 'em hear ya (yeah)

Let's 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, let's go

Rise up
When you're living on your knees, you rise up
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? (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
When's it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, 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, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that's plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, 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'
But Jesus, 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 mashin' every expectation
Every action's an act of creation
I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow

And I am not throwin' away my shot
I am not throwin' away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot

We're gonna rise up
I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take a shot)
We're gonna rise up
I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take a shot)
We're gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up
It's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
Ay, yo, it's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwin' away my
Not throwin' away my shot

Overall Meaning

The song "My Shot" from the musical "Hamilton" by Lin-Manuel Miranda is an inspiring look at the determination and drive of Alexander Hamilton. In the first verse, Hamilton makes it clear that he's not throwing away his chance to rise up in the world, despite his tough beginnings. He's proud to be young, scrappy, and hungry, speaking to the spirit of America itself. Hamilton is a diamond in the rough that will not be silenced as he has to yell just to be heard. He sees himself as a revolutionary who's going to bring about change, and not even the disadvantages of being a poor immigrant will stop him. In fact, he's going to use all of his hardships as fuel to fan the spark of his ambition.


Line by Line Meaning

I am not throwin' away my shot
I refuse to pass up this opportunity


Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I embody the same traits as my nation


I'm young, scrappy and hungry
I am ambitious, determined, and eager for success


And I'm not throwin' away my shot
And I will not let this opportunity slip away


I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I will earn a scholarship to attend King's College


I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish
I may be boasting, but I truly impress and astound


The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
The issue is that I have intelligence but lack refinement


I gotta holler just to be heard
I have to shout to make my voice heard


With every word, I drop knowledge
Every word I speak contains wisdom


I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
I am a valuable and rare gem despite my current rough state


Tryna reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
I strive to achieve my goal with my undeniable and flawless speaking abilities


Only nineteen but my mind is older
Despite being young, I possess maturity beyond my years


These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
The streets of New York City become harsher, but I bear the burden


Every burden, every disadvantage
I face all hardships and setbacks


I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I have adapted and overcome without resorting to violence


I walk these streets famished
I navigate these streets hungry for success


The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
The goal is to ignite this small spark into a powerful, burning passion


But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out my name
But it's becoming challenging, so I will make my mark and establish my identity


I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be
I am Alexander, and we are destined for greatness


A colony that runs independently
A territory that governs itself autonomously


Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly
Meanwhile, Britain continues to mistreat us without end


Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
In essence, they impose excessive taxes on us constantly


Then King George turns around, runs a spendin' spree
Then King George wastes money lavishly


He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free
He will never grant freedom to future generations


So there will be a revolution in this century
Therefore, a revolution will occur in this era


Enter me (he says in parentheses)
I step into the picture (as he adds in parentheses)


Don't be shocked when your history book mentions me
Do not be surprised when my name appears in your history book


I will lay down my life if it sets us free
I am willing to sacrifice my life for our freedom


Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy
In due time, you will witness my rise to power


I dream of life without a monarchy
I envision a life without a ruling monarchy


The unrest in France will lead to anarchy?
Will the chaos in France result in anarchy?


When I fight, I make the other side panicky
When I engage in battle, I cause fear and panic in the opposition


I'm a tailor's apprentice
I am an apprentice to a tailor


And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis (loco parentis)
And I am responsible for you foolish individuals in loco parentis (in place of a parent)


I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance
I am joining the rebellion because I recognize it as my opportunity


To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants (woo)
To progress socially, rather than just sewing clothes


Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
Our enemies confront us, but we stand firm in our beliefs


We roll like Moses, claimin' our promised land
We proceed forward like Moses, reclaiming the land we were promised


And? If we win our independence?
And what if we achieve our independence?


Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Does that ensure freedom for future generations?


Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
Or will the violence we endure initiate an unending cycle of revenge and death without any resolution?


I know the action in the street is excitin'
I understand that the street's activities are thrilling


But Jesus, between all the bleedin' 'n' fightin'
Goodness, amidst all the bloodshed and fighting


I've been readin' 'n' writin'
I have been reading and writing


We need to handle our financial situation
We must address our financial circumstances


Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation?
Are we a collection of individual states? What is the condition of our nation?


I'm past patiently waitin' I'm passionately mashin' every expectation
I am no longer waiting patiently; I am eagerly defying all expectations


Every action's an act of creation
Every move I make is an opportunity to create


I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
I am mocking the consequences and sadness that come with this fight


For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow
For the first time, I am looking beyond the immediate future


Rise up
Stand up and fight


When you're living on your knees, you rise up
When you are oppressed and subservient, you must rise up


Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
Inform your fellow comrades that they must stand up


Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
Notify your female companions that they must rise up


When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When will these colonies rebel and fight back?


I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
I think about death so frequently that it seems like a familiar recollection


When's it gonna get me?
When will death come for me?


In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
Will I die peacefully, seven feet underground?


If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?
If I anticipate death, should I flee or accept it?


Is it like a beat without a melody?
Is death like a rhythm devoid of harmony?


See, I never thought I'd live past twenty
You see, I never believed I would survive beyond the age of twenty


Where I come from, some get half as many
In my origins, some individuals only live half as long


Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
Ask anyone why we live recklessly and extravagantly, and we respond with laughter, grabbing a drink


We have to make this moment last, that's plenty
We must prolong and savor this time, as it is more than enough


Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movement
Forget that; this is not just a brief moment, but rather a widespread movement


Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Where did all the ambitious and determined individuals with something to prove go?


Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
Our enemies confront us, but we take a principled stance


We roll like Moses, claimin' our promised land
We move forward like Moses, reclaiming the land we were promised


And? If we win our independence?
And what if we achieve our independence?


Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Does that ensure freedom for future generations?


Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
Or will the violence we endure initiate an unending cycle of revenge and death without any resolution?


I know the action in the street is excitin'
I understand that the street's activities are thrilling


But Jesus, between all the bleedin' 'n' fightin'
Goodness, amidst all the bloodshed and fighting


I've been readin' 'n' writin'
I have been reading and writing


We need to handle our financial situation
We must address our financial circumstances


Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation?
Are we a collection of individual states? What is the condition of our nation?


I'm past patiently waitin' I'm passionately mashin' every expectation
I am no longer waiting patiently; I am eagerly defying all expectations


Every action's an act of creation
Every move I make is an opportunity to create


I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
I am mocking the consequences and sadness that come with this fight


For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow
For the first time, I am looking beyond the immediate future


Rise up
Stand up and fight


When you're living on your knees, you rise up
When you are oppressed and subservient, you must rise up


Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up
Inform your fellow comrades that they must stand up


Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up
Notify your female companions that they must rise up


When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When will these colonies rebel and fight back?


I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
I think about death so frequently that it seems like a familiar recollection


When's it gonna get me?
When will death come for me?


In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
Will I die peacefully, seven feet underground?


If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?
If I anticipate death, should I flee or accept it?


Is it like a beat without a melody?
Is death like a rhythm devoid of harmony?


See, I never thought I'd live past twenty
You see, I never believed I would survive beyond the age of twenty


Where I come from, some get half as many
In my origins, some individuals only live half as long


Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
Ask anyone why we live recklessly and extravagantly, and we respond with laughter, grabbing a drink


We have to make this moment last, that's plenty
We must prolong and savor this time, as it is more than enough


Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movement
Forget that; this is not just a brief moment, but rather a widespread movement


Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Where did all the ambitious and determined individuals with something to prove go?


Poppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
Ignoring traditional beliefs and expectations, whether others like it or not


A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
A group of individuals fighting for the emancipation and abolition of slavery?


Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is
Give me a role, guide me to where the resources for this fight are


Oh, am I talkin' too loud?
Oh, am I speaking too loudly?


Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
At times, I become overly enthusiastic and speak impulsively


I never had a group of friends before
I have never had a supportive circle of friends before


I promise that I'll make y'all proud
I assure you that I will make all of you proud


Let's get this guy in front of a crowd
Let's present this person to a larger audience


Everybody sing
Everyone, start singing


Should let 'em hear ya
You should let them hear you


Rise up
Stand up and fight


Whoa, whoa, whoa
Expressing excitement or astonishment


Ayy, whoa (woo), whoa
Expressing excitement or astonishment


Said, to the rooftops
Proclaiming it to the world


A-come on
Come on, let's go


Rise up
Stand up and fight


Whoa, whoa, whoa
Expressing excitement or astonishment


Said, to the rooftops
Proclaiming it to the world


A-come on, let's go
Come on, let's go


I am not throwin' away my shot
I refuse to pass up this opportunity


We're gonna rise up
We will emerge victorious


I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take a shot)
I will not let this opportunity slip away (it's time to take action)


We're gonna rise up
We will emerge victorious


I am not throwin' away my shot (time to take a shot)
I will not let this opportunity slip away (it's time to take action)


We're gonna, rise up, rise up
We will rise up and overcome


It's time to take a shot
It's time to seize the opportunity


Rise up
Stand up and fight


Rise up
Stand up and fight


It's time to take a shot
It's time to seize the opportunity


Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Stand up and fight, it's time to seize the opportunity


Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
Stand up and fight, take action, don't hesitate


Ay, yo, it's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
Hey, it's time to seize the opportunity, time to seize the opportunity


And I am not throwin' away my
And I will not let go of my


Not throwin' away my shot
Opportunity




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bootsy William Collins, Joell Christopher Ortiz, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Roger Troutman, Tariq Trotter, Albert J. Johnson

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Comments from YouTube:

@pigliver05

lin: raps

lin's hands: 🙌👌✊👎✋👍👌👈👋👆👏👇👏👐👊

@lizm2991

livayy 51 this needs to be the top comment

@pigliver05

bahhaha, it's true tho

@margauxb3591

+

@Cassysuarez123

Lmaoooo

@LightoLuka

He almost looks like he’s signing. I wonder how much of what he’s doing with his hands actually means in ASL, my dad is just a math teacher and gets laughed out of the classroom for accidentally saying horribly inappropriate things with his hand gestures. This is that to an entirely new level lmao.

A lot of it was imagery of what he was saying, but a lot wasn’t😂

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@mirainhaf

‘If you can get through My Shot you’ve got the show.’


Guns and Ships laughs in the distance

@jdprettynails

*in a French accent

@mayae26

He meant if you play Hamilton

@marleemattadeen3659

@@mayae26 Farmer Refuted chuckles quietly

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