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Nov 2012
You might not be.
What I think you are?
I might not seem like you think I am.
Still don't sterotype me.

Just place me in this box, as if you sure.

I might not be that.
And you might not be this.
And most diffently don'tlisten to a rumor at all.
That's where truth gets twisted.
And lies begins to fall.

A little piece of anything.
Leaves out a lot of facts.
So don't sterotype me.
Especially if you don't know.

Cause when pushed for truth.
That's when we hear about somebody's has told you.

If anything you needs to know.
Come to me and ask to my face.
It doesn't mean I'll let you know.
But it would solve exactly what you heard.
Cause I'm the type that keeps it real.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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