Uh
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I hope that God decides to talk through him
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That the people decide to walk with him
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Regardless of pitchfork cosigns I've jumped
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Make sure the soundman doesn't cockblock the drums
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Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs
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And those words be the oxygen
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Just breathe
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Amen, regardless I'mma say it
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Felt like I got signed the day that I got an agent
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Got an itunes check, shit man I'm paying rent
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About damn time that I got out of my basement
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About damn time I got around the country and I hit these stages
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I was made to slay them
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Ten thousand hours I'm so damn close I can taste it
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On some Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie meets Kanye shit
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This is dedication
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A life lived for art is never a life wasted
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Ten thousand
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Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
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Ten thousands hands, they carry me
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Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
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Ten thousands hands, they carry me
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Now, now, now
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This is my world, this is my arena
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The TV told me something different I didn't believe it
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I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea
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I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential
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And I know that one day I'mma be him
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Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
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Everyone's greatest Escitaloden
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Celebrate that achievement
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Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving
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See, I observed Escher
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I love Basquiat
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I watched Keith Harring
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You see I study art
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The greats weren't great because at birth they could paint
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The greats were great cause they paint a lot
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I will not be a statistic
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Just let me be
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No child left behind, that's the american scheme
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I make my living off of words
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And do what I love for work
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And got around 980 on my SATs
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Take that system, what did you expect?
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Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
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Put those hours in and look at what you get
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Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
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Ten thousand
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Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
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Ten thousands hands, they carry me
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Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
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Ten thousands hands, they carry me
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Same shit, different day, same struggle
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Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles
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Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel
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For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable
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Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute
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Banging on table tops, no subs to toot
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I'm feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?
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Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some drug abuse
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I lost another friend, got another call from a sister
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And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
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Like they got something bruised
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My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth..
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It¡¯s the part of the show
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Where it all fades away
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When the lights go to black
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And the band leaves the stage
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And you wanted an encore
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But there's no encore today
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Cause the moment is now
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Can't get it back from the grave
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Part of the show
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It all fades away
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Lights go to black
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Band leaves the stage
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You wanted an encore
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But there's no encore today
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Cause the moment is now
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Can't get it back from the grave
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Welcome to the heist
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Welcome to the heist..
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Ten Thousand Hours
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Macklemore |