This is the most recent thing released related to Hamilton and this song is powerful and inspiring.

"Wrote My Way Out"
(from "The Hamilton Mixtape")
 (with Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda & Aloe Blacc)

 [Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 I wrote my way out
 When the world turned its back on me
 I was up against the wall
 I had no foundation
 No friends and no family to catch my fall
 Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
 I picked up a pen
 And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Nas:]
 I picked up the pen like Hamilton
 Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel 'em
 No political power, just lyrical power
 Sittin' on a crate on a corner, sippin' for hours
 Schemin' on a come up, from evening'to sun up
 My man awaitin' trial, misdemeanors we younger
 Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
 Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
 Flickerin' lights inside my project hall
 Sickenin', the mice crawl all night long
 And '87 Reaganism, many pages I've written on
 Writin' songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
 Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
 I'm the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
 I'm driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
 The definition of what It Was Written means
 Know what I mean?

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 I wrote my way out
 When the world turned its back on me
 I was up against the wall
 I had no foundation
 No friends and no family to catch my fall
 Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
 I picked up a pen
 And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Dave East:]
 I really wrote my way up out of 6E
 Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
 Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
 Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
 At sixteen, arrested in housin', trips to the mountains
 Came right back, trappin' off couches, watchin' for mouses
 Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
 The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
 Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
 Mama couldn't afford them, I learned everythin' on the border
 That's a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
 Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
 I persevered, composition, I kept it close
 Competition near, I'm a Spartan without the spear
 Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
 Opportunity knockin', might miss it, that window closin'
 This poetry in motion, I'm a poet

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 I wrote my way out
 When the world turned its back on me
 I was up against the wall
 I had no foundation
 No friends and no family to catch my fall
 Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
 I picked up a pen
 And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 High speed, dubbin' these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
 Runnin' out of time like I'm Jonathan Larson's rent check
 My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
 In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
 Y'all, I caught my first beatin' from the other kids when I was caught readin'
 "Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin'"
 My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
 Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you'll get 'em right back
 Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
 The lengths to which I'd go to learn my strengths and knock 'em senseless
 These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
 Damn, you got no chill, fuckin' right I'm relentless
 I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery
 So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
 This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers
 And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B and
 Shine a light when it's gray out

[Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 I wrote my way out
 Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
 No lovin' arms to keep me warm
 This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
 I can do without, I'm here (I'm here)
 Cause I wrote my way out

[Nas, Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 I picked up the pen like Hamilton
 I wrote my way out of the projects
 Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
 Picked up the pen like Hamilton
 I wrote my way out of the
 Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
 I wrote my way out
 Picked up the pen like Hamilton
 I wrote my way out of the

[Nas & Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
 (I wrote my way out)
 Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game, so if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective
 (I wrote my way out)
 I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
 Tell the real story