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Sep 2016
You are you
I am me,
Why are you preparing bullets,
Why are you trynna target me,
Everyone praising you,
And you ain't telling the truth of the *****,
Lies is spilling out your mouth,
As blood comes from my ears & eyes,
You live on lies, on lies, on lies
Humility has captured me,
I am humble each day,
As you dragging me out,
You stumbling on your way.

Why are you shaping the dullest knives,
Why are you setting biased traps,
Why are you trynna have people against me,
Like men who despise women who rap,
Why are you trynna shove me into a ball
And spit me out onto the walls,
Is the imagination of my demise a mural to yall?
Is it amazing to see something so beautiful,
Get so high , but falls?
Is this goofy **** amusing to yall,
Reine Monroe
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Reine Monroe
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     ---, Winn, ryn and Arcassin B
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