The truth hurts, Mind full of sorrow crush a pill of pain easier to swallow. Banging on dis track Leader of the pack Man a man know that il never ever follow And that's my motto You can't see that, I always got my Hand on my gat Where's ya head at sleepy Sleepy sleepy Hollow, This life promises no tomorrow it's only just for borrow Pen game sick, cuz I tell the blind truth Fire in the booth Spit the ghetto gospel, then I write a novel. I'm like genie, come flying out a bottle Set it ablaze Make the mics melt, Let me tighten my belt 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?