When we’re all done? When we’ve resigned In the long run, what do we leave behind?
I illuminate the stories of the people in the street Some have happy endings Some are bittersweet But I know them all and that’s what makes my life complete And if not me, who keeps our legacies? Who’s gonna keep the coffee sweet with secret recipes? Abuela, rest in peace, you live in my memories
Abuela I’m sorry But I ain’t goin’ back because I’m telling your story
—selections from In the Heights “Finale” that pointed to themes LMM would explore further in Hamilton