Ten Thousand Hours

[Verse 1]

Uh, I hope that God decides to talk through 'em

That the people decide to walk with 'em

Regardless of Pitchfork, cosigns I've jumped

Make sure the sound man doesn't cockblock the drums

Let the snare knock the air right outta your lungs

And those words be the oxygen, just breathe

Amen, regardless, I'ma say it

Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent

Got an iTunes check, shit, man, I'm payin' rent

'Bout damn time that I got out of my basement

'Bout damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages

I was made to slay them

Ten thousand hours, I'm so damn close I can taste it

On some Malcolm Gladwell, David-Bowie-meets-Kanye shit

This is dedication

A life lived for art is never a life wasted

Ten thousand

[Chorus]

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands

Ten thousand hands, they carry me

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands

Ten thousand hands, they carry me

[Verse 2]

Now, now, now

This is my world, this is my arena

The TV told me something different, I didn't believe it

I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea

I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential

And I know that one day I'ma be him

Put the gloves on, sparrin' with my ego

Everyone's greatest obstacle, I beat 'em

Celebrate that achievement

Got some attachments, some baggage, I'm actually workin' on leavin', see

I observed Escher, I love Basquiat

I watched Keith Haring, you see, I study art

The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint

The greats were great because they'd paint a lot

I will not be a statistic, just let me be

No Child Left Behind, that's the American scheme

I make my livin' off of words and do what I love for work

And got around 980 on my SATs

Take that, system, what'd you expect?

Generation of kids choosin' love over a desk

You put those hours in, and look at what you get

Nothin' that you can hold, but everything that it is

Ten thousand

[Chorus]

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands

Ten thousand hands, they carry me

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands

Ten thousand hands, they carry me

[Verse 3]

Same shit, different day, same struggle

Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles

Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel

For the people that put their passion before them being comfortable

Raw, unmedicated heart, no substitute

Bangin' on tabletops, no Subs to toot

I'm feelin' better than ever, man, what is up with you?

Scrapin' my knuckles, I'm battlin' with some drug abuse

I lost another friend, got another call from a sister

And I speak for the people that share that struggle too

Like they got somethin' bruised

My 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 away

When the lights go to black and the band leaves the stage

And you wanted an encore, but there's no encore today

'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave

Part of the show, it all fades away

Lights go to black, band leaves the stage

You wanted an encore, but there's no encore today

'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave

[Outro]

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