Ten Thousand Hours

Macklemore also known as Ben Haggerty, or Professor Macklemore, is best known for his single "Thrift Shop", but there is a deeper side to him that most don't realize.  Haggerty is someone who isn't afraid to speak the truth.  To speak his mind and tell it like it is.  He is a voice for gay rights, drug abuse and politics.  Haggerty raps about heavy topics that we all deal with in life.  After listening to his song "Ten Thousand Hours" I gained a new respect for Macklemore.  His lyrics are poetic and honest.  "Ten Thousand Hours" tells the story of fighting for what you love in life and never giving up on your dreams.  It carries a message of not only strength and perseverance but experiencing life to the fullest.  Macklemore talks about Basquiat, Keith Herring and Esther.  Topics you wouldn't associate with today's rappers.  His recent album, which he collaborated with producer Ryan Lewis, "The Heist" is a must buy if you haven't already downloaded it. 

Remember to stand up for what you believe in and never give up on pursuing your dreams and what you love.

 

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
— Macklemore

"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 ants
Ten thousands ants, they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants
Ten thousands ants, 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 ants
Ten thousands ants, they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants
Ten thousands ants, 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...