Your Obedient Servant

How does Hamilton

An arrogant

Immigrant, orphan

Bastard, whoreson

Somehow endorse

Thomas Jefferson, his enemy

A man he’s despised since the beginning

Just to keep me from winning?

I wanna be in the room where it happens—

The room where it happens

The room where it happens

You’ve kept me from—

The room where it happens

For the last time

Dear Alexander:

I am slow to anger

But I toe the line

As I reckon with the effects

Of your life on mine

I look back on where I failed

And in every place I checked

The only common thread has been your disrespect

Now you call me “amoral,”

A “dangerous disgrace,”

If you’ve got something to say

Name a time and place

Face to face

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant

A dot Burr

Mr. Vice President:

I am not the reason no one trusts you

No one knows what you believe

I will not equivocate on my opinion

I have always worn it on my sleeve

Even if I said what you think I said

You would need to cite a more specific grievance

Here’s an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Sweet Jesus

Hey, I have not been shy

I am just a guy in the public eye

Tryin’ to do my best for our republic

I don’t wanna fight

But I won’t apologize for doing what’s right

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant

A dot Ham

Careful how you proceed, good man

Intemperate indeed, good man

Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or

Prepare to bleed, good man

Burr, your grievance is legitimate

I stand by what I said, every bit of it

You stand only for yourself

It’s what you do

I can’t apologize because it’s true

Then stand, Alexander

Weehawken. Dawn

Guns. Drawn

You’re on

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant

A dot Ham

A dot Burr