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    I hope that God decides to talk through him
    That the people decide to walk with him
    Regardless of pitchfork cosigns I’ve jumped
    Make sure the soundman doesn’t cockblock the drums
    Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs
    And those words be the oxygen
    Just breathe
    Amen, regardless I’mma say it
    Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent
    Got an iTunes check, shit man I’m paying rent
    About damn time that I got out of my basement
    About 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

    Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
    Ten thousands hands, they carry me
    Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
    Ten thousands hands, they carry me

    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’mma be him
    Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
    Everyone’s greatest obstacle, I beat ’em
    Celebrate that achievement
    Got some attachments, some baggage I’m actually working on leaving
    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 cause they 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 living off of words
    And do what I love for work
    And got around 980 on my SATs
    Take that system, what did you expect?
    Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
    Put those hours in and look at what you get
    Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
    Ten thousand

    Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
    Ten thousands hands, they carry me
    Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
    Ten thousands hands, they carry me

    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 the passion before them being comfortable
    Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute
    Banging on table tops, no substitute
    I’m feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?
    Scraping my knuckles, I’m battling 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 something bruised
    My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth…

    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

    Welcome to the heist
    Welcome to the heist…

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