Ten Thousand Hours
[Verse 1]I hope that God decides to talk through himThat the people decide to walk with himRegardless of Pitchfork cosigns I've jumpedMake sure the soundman doesn't cockblock the drumsLet the snare knock the air right out of your lungsAnd those words be the oxygenJust breatheHey man, regardless I'mma say itFelt like I got signed the day that I got an agentGot an iTunes check, shit man I'm paying rentAbout damn time that I got out of my basementAbout damn time I got around the country and I hit these stagesI was made to slay themTen thousand hoursI'm so damn close I can taste itOn some Malcolm GladwellDavid Bowie meets Kanye shitThis is dedicationA life lived for art is never a life wastedTen thousand
[Hook x2]Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand handsTen thousand hands, they carry me
[Verse 2]Now, now, nowThis is my world, this is my arenaThe TV told me something different I didn't believe itI stand here in front of you today all because of an ideaI could be who I wanted if I could see my potentialAnd I know that one day I'mma be himPut the gloves on, sparring with my egoEveryone's greatest obstacle, I beat him, celebrate that achievementGot some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leavingSee, I observed EscherI love BasquiatI watched Keith HaringYou see I studied artThe greats weren't great because at birth they could paintThe greats were great cause they paint a lotI will not be a statistic, just let me beNo child left behind, that's the American schemeI make my living off of wordsAnd do what I love for workAnd got around 980 on my SATsTake that systemWhat did you expectGeneration of kids choosing love over a deskPut those hours in and look at what you getNothing that you can hold but everything that it isTen thousand
[Hook]
[Verse 3]Same shit, different day, same struggleSlow motion as time slips through my knucklesNothing beautiful about itNo light at the tunnelFor the people that put the passion before them being comfortableRaw, unmedicated heart, no substituteBanging on table tops, no subs to tootI'm feeling better than ever manWhat is up with youScraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuseI lost another friend, got another call from a sisterAnd I speak for the people that share that struggle tooLike they got something bruisedMy only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth
[Bridge]It's the part of the show where it all fades awayWhen the lights go to black and the band leaves the stageAnd you wanted an encore but there's no encore todayCause the moment is now, can't get it back from the gravePart of the showIt all fades awayLights go to blackBand leaves the stageYou wanted an encore but there's no encore todayCause the moment is nowCan't get it back from the grave
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