My Shot Songtext
von Lin‐Manuel Miranda

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

I'ma get a scholarship to King's College
I prob′ly 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
Tryin′ to reach my goal, my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen, but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Ev'ry burden, ev′ry disadvantage, I've 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 the 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 spending 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 hist'ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you′ll see my ascendancy

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


I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I′m just like my country
I'm young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot
It′s time to take a shot

I dream of life without the monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to ′onarchy
'Onarchy? How you say, how you s-? 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
I'm joining the rebellion ′cause I know it's my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin' some pants
I′m gonna take a (shot)

But we′ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me (that's right)
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 throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I′m young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot

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

Ev′rybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa (hey)
Whoa (woo!) Whoa

I say, let ′em hear ya (yeah)
Let's go! (whoa, whoa, whoa)
I said shout it to the rooftops (whoa)
Said, to the rooftops (whoa)
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, whoa)
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa)
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa)
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′ 'nd 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
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 throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I'm just like my country
I′m young, scrappy and hungry
And I'm not throwing away my shot

We′re gonna rise up (not throwing away my shot), time to take a shot
We're gonna rise up (not throwing 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 (whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Rise up)
Take a shot
Shot, shot (whoa, whoa, whoa)
A-yo it′s time to take a shot (whoa-whoa)
Time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my
Not throwing away my shot!