The truth still hurts, then i put up on my shirt get to my car u cant seee catching the stars. You can't see that, Wher

The truth still hurts, then i put up on my shirt get to my car u cant seee catching the stars. You can't see that, Where's ya head, Sleepy Hollow, Pen game sick, Spit gospel, write a novel. Fire in the booth, Make mics melt, Put ya soul on the track, They hate love ya self. It's all about expression, Grind study lessons, Hip Hop forever, You got any questions?