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[Rich
What's happenin and sisters?
to our time

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, like hematite with the East oils I write
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you after witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my baby wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will take our bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
becomes outlawed
Always be branded numbered and barred
All money is gone
Though few can interpret our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the gets told