This that early mornings, late nights
Putting in work, wake up and go right back

Verse 1
10,000 hours, i’m working around the clock
Ain’t living no thug life but I hope i’m bigger than Pac
Punch in and out of this job
Boxed in working in stock
Pay the minimum cost and then I’m back to the West end
NY on my hat for North York, that’s my section
Made it to the ends, no question, smoke session
Im here to school y’all, this a mic check correction
Way beyond the physical, with a mental connection
So I’m interested, couldn’t forget to mention
Innocent texting turns to undressing
Societal standards that I’m rejecting
Peep my perspective, I keep ‘em guessing
Like…

Bridge
Conscious Collective peep the perspective
Practice accepting and not expecting
Gotta get it
Getting the message?  (Nah, not at all)
Nah, forget it
Verse 2
Cuz deep thought man y’all are far from that
Where the artists at?
Got no heart like cardiac
Whiskey with Bacardi a fat ass on my lap
Miss me? This guitar we can play with no strings attached
Break your back, we ain’t strangers no more like ‘who’s that’
Hip - Hop that i’m blending with poetry, boom bap
Brought back, yeah you got success but you bought that
Popping off, I be making my clothes I don’t pop tags
That’s cause I never relax, hope it works out without rehab
My foot is steady on gas, I’m sober then I relapse
That’s my bad… that’s my bad
But me and Lucas turning my room into a sweat shop
Soon to have the game in a choke hold or in a head lock
Most of y’all are zombies, we turning you into dead ops
I turn a war into a poem
Then aim at my opponent
Leave them in the past I’m just Trynna live in the moment
Gotta own it, zone in

Outro
You think you have what it takes to clock in for 10000 hours and to never stop throwing those punches until you make it work?
The only fight we’re in is a fight against time but I guarantee with these 10 000 you’re gonna master your time
Bring your dream to life even if you have to lose on some sleep Foreal
Sooner or later they’ll all wake up believe that