The ten dollar, founding father without a father got a lot farther by working a lot harder by being a lot smarter, by being a self starter by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up. Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of. The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Our man saw his future drip, dripping 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
When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide,
left him with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside
a voice saying "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"
Only nineteen, but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Ev'ry burden, ev'ry disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don't have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
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
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