I am not throwing away my shot
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I am not throwing away my shot
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Hey yo, I’m just like my country
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I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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And I’m not throwing away my shot
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I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
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I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
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The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
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I gotta holler just to be heard
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With every word, I drop knowledge
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Every burden, every disadvantage
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I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
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I walk these streets famished
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The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
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But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
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I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be.
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A colony that runs independently
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Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin' on us endlessly.
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I am not throwing away my shot
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I am not throwing away my shot
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Hey yo, I’m just like my country
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I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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And I’m not throwing away my shot
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It’s time to take a shot
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I dream of life without a monarchy
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The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
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Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
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When I fight, I make the other side panicky. |
shot.
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Geniuses, lower your voices
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You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
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I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
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You’ve got to be carefully taught
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If you talk, you’re gonna get shot.
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I am not throwing away my shot
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I am not throwing away my shot
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Hey yo, I’m just like my country
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I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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And I’m not throwing away my shot.
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Come on, let’s go
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Rise up
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When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
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Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
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Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up
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When are these colonies gonna rise up?
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When are these colonies gonna rise up?
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When are these colonies gonna rise up?
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When are these colonies gonna rise up?
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Rise up
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I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
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When’s it gonna get me?
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In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
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If I see it comin', do I run or do I let it be?
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Is it like a beat without a melody?
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I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin' every expectation
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Every action’s an act of creation
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I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
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For the first time, I’m thinkin' past tomorrow.
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I am not throwing away my shot
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I am not throwing away my shot
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Hey yo, I’m just like my country
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I’m young, scrappy and hungry
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And I’m not throwing away my shot.
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Rise up, rise up, it’s time to take a shot
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Rise up, it’s time to take a shot
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Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
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It’s time to take a shot, time to take a shot
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And I am not throwing away my shot
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Not throwing away my shot |