Lin-Manuel Miranda - The Hamilton Mixtape (Chris Hayes Excerpt) lyrics

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 imagine d**h so much it feels more like a memory When's it's 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, and that's plenty Scratch that: This is not a moment, it's a movement Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went Foes oppose us We take an honest stand and 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 d**h with no defendants? I know the action in the street is exciting But Jesus, between all the bleedin' and fightin' I've been readin' and 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 waiting! I'm pa**ionately smashin' 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