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[Rich
What's happenin brothers and
to our time

[Jessica Care
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New World's
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, carways I'm blastin
As the rebels now womb swells
The birth of Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby wishes
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your between 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 killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always be branded numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can our scrolls
sky has holes
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets