This envelope says Lin, but it's not entirely Lin's
Cause when you work with Tommy Kail, the best idea wins
When Alex finds a place to cut, or Andy needs more bars
You can't think this is mine, you can only think this is ours
Is it 'are's or is it 'owr's, well it's hours of re-writing
You talk Burr with Oskar and Jeffrey and keep igniting
That spark into a flame, make a mark, arrange the frame
Hit your target and change the game, earn the hyphen in your name
You let Daveed Diggs turn your couplet into a triplet
You give him the mic, he grips it and spits it, rips it and flips it
You turn back to this envelope that says you win
You think about your father and how scared he must have been
When he came to New York City and he didn't speak the language
So you give Hamilton all his hunger, genius, and anguish
And you vanquish self-doubt by perfecting your lines of text
Then you call Tommy Kail and you say, "What's next?"

Thank you so much