Alexander Hamilton (Sped Up Nightcore)

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore 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?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father

Got a lot farther by workin' a lot harder

By bein' a lot smarter, by bein' a self-starter

By 14, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were bein' slaughtered and carted

Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longin' for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, drippin' 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

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

Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland

"Get your education, don't forget from whence you came

And the world's gonna know your name"

What's your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

My name is Alexander Hamilton

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

But just you wait, just you wait

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

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

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

And Alex got better, but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, self-fulfillin' side

A voice sayin', "Alex, you gotta think for yourself"

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

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

He would've been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution

Started workin', workin' for his late mother's landlord

Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford

Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on