Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Ten Thousand Hours

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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 Escitaloden

　　Celebrate that achievement

　　Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving

　　See, I observed Escher

　　I love Basquiat

　　I watched Keith Harring

　　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 subs to toot

　　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..

　　（in the booth 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

　　（back from the grave back from the grave……）

　　Welcome to the heist

　　（Welcome to the heist Welcome to the heist……）