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I am not throw ing a way my shot!
I am not throw ing a way my shot!
I am (Cm)just like my coun try, I’m young, scrap py and hun gry, and I’m (D7)not throw ing a way my shot!
I’m ’a get a schol ar ship to King’s Col lege.
I prob ’ly should n’t brag, but dag, I a maze and a ston ish.
The prob lem is I got a lot of brains but no pol ish.
I got ta hol ler just to be heard.
With ev er y word, I drop know edge!
I’m a dia mond in the rough, a shin y piece of coal tryin’ to reach my goal.
My pow er of speech: un im peach a ble.
On ly nine teen but my mind is old er.
These New York Cit y streets get cold er, I shoul der ev ’ry bur den, ev ’ry dis ad van tage I have learned to man age, I don’t have a gun to bran dish, I walk these streets fam ished.
The plan is to fan this spark in to a flame.
But damn, it’s get ting dark, so let me spell out the name.
I am the (F)A L E X A N D (Bb)E R.
We are meant to be a col o ny that runs in de pen dent ly.
Mean while Brit ain keeps shit tin’ on us end less ly.
Es sen tial ly, they tax us re lent less ly, then King George turns a round, runs a spend ing spree.
He ain’t ev er gon na set his de scen dants free, so there will be a rev o lu tion in this cen tu ry.
En ter me!
(He says in pa ren the ses.) Don’t be shocked when your his t’ry book men tions me.
I will lay down my life if it sets us free.
E ven tual ly, you’ll see my as cen dan cy, and I am not throw ing a way my shot!
I am not throw ing a way my shot!
Hey yo, I’m (Cm)just like my coun try, I’m young, scrap py and hun gry, and I’m (D7)not throw ing a way my shot!
I am (Gm)not throw ing a way my shot.
(F)I am (Bb)not throw ing a way my shot!
Hey (Bdim)yo, I’m (Cm)just like my coun try, I’m young, scrap py and hun gry, and I’m (Cm)not throw ing a way my (D7)shot.
Ev ’ry bod y sing: (Gm)Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Ay, let ’em hear ya!
Let’s go!
(Gm)Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa!
Come on!
Yeah!
Come on, let’s go!
(Gm)Rise up!
When you’re liv ing on your knees, you (Bb)rise up.
Tell your broth er that he’s got ta (Ebmaj7)rise up.
Tell your sis ter that she’s got ta (D)rise up.
When are these col o nies gon na (Gm)Whoa, rise whoa, up?
whoa!
Whoa!
When are these col o nies gon na (D)rise up?
Rise up!
I i mag ine death so much it feels more like a mem o ry.
When’s it gon na get me?
In my sleep?
Sev en feet a head of me?
If I see it com in’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat with out a mel o dy?
See, I nev er thought I’d live past twen ty.
Where I come from some get half as man y.
Ask an y bod y why we liv in’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask, we have to make this mo ment last, that’s plen ty.
Scratch that, this is not a mo ment, it’s the move ment where all the hun gri est broth ers with some thing to prove went.
Foes op pose us, we take an hon est stand, we roll like Mos es, claim in’ our prom ised land.
And?
If we win our in de pen dence?
’Zat a guar an tee of free dom for our de scen dants?
Or will the blood we shed be gin an end less cy cle of ven geance and death with no de fen dants?
I know the act ion in the street is ex cit in’, but Je sus, be tween all the bleed in’ ’n’ fight in’ I’ve been read in’ ’n’ writ in’.
We need to han dle our fi nan cial sit u a tion.
Are we a na tion of states?
What’s the state of our na tion?
I’m past pa tient ly wait in’.
I’m pas sion ate ly smash in’ ev ’ry ex pec ta tion, ev ’ry act ion’s an act of cre a tion.
I’m laugh in’ in the face of ca sual ties and sor row, for the first time, I’m think in’ past to mor row, and I am (Gm)not throw ing a way my shot!
(F)I am (Bb)not throw ing a way my shot!
Hey (Bdim)yo, I’m (Cm)just like my coun try, I’m young, scrap py and hun gry, and I’m (Cm)not throw ing a way my (D7)shot!
I am (Gm)not throw ing a way my shot!
(Bdim)Not throw ing a way my shot!
We’re gon na (Cm)rise up!
Rise up!
It’s time to take a shot!
(Gm)Rise up!
Rise up!
It’s time to take a shot!
(Cm)Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
(D7)Time to take a shot!
Time to take a shot!
And I am not throw ing a way my, not throw ing a way my (Gm)shot!
This page shows “My Shot” by Lin-Manuel Miranda in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 80 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.