Luyện nghe bài hát The Outcome

[Jessica Moore]
Global warming between my legs, against the waves
birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water
My skin in diamonds and sage
Left alone and confused, forces by days
keeps on whorin us
Ghetto saviors keep ignorin us
Flowers and flames, flutes her fingers
Rifles from her sac
or was it a bag of sticks and stones
Either way, she wore a on her head
Rains don't the grass from turnin red
Her hair was perm, half dread
We gave up in a past-life and so we dance
Arms wrapped around my and choked me back to life
A new world wife, reflecting the sun and dice
Symbol of the drama yet to come - too to run
Time was late
Watching was a man's mistake
All his assets right in front of his face
His right leg drabbed demon paste
Shoes angel laced
Never count your blessings with
Even a prophet can catch a
Didn't realize how the future might taste
Telepathically through mental gates
were weapons against their hate
Shepherds search for in her hair
Her chest fermented like yeast
She broke her like aged bread
He gave her truth all the books he'd read
She her poems inside the mud
Sacrificed her to fix the future
Named their boys and spit truth his mouth
Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures her belly
Resurrected from bones and
She made hard smile
Left her seeds inside the
hustlers and killers life's worth
This is the we chose, remember who was here first
Find a why you curse
Gold tongues by dreams too loose
Sporting electronic
Hoeing humanity love-ticks over
Despite the damage to destiny you take the best of me
In God We Trust