![]() Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego, Everyone's greatest obstacle, I beat him, celebrate that achievement, Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually working on leaving. 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. Now, now, now This is my world, this is my arena, The TV told me something different, I didn't believe it. Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands, Ten thousand hands, they carry me. This is dedication, A life lived for art is never a life wasted, Ten thousand. I'm so damn close, I can taste it, On some Malcolm Gladwell, David-Bowie-meets-Kanye shit. 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. 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 paying rent. Let the snare knock the air right out of your lungs, And those words be the oxygen, Just breathe, Amen. 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.
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