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happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my in tangles
Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, can't your left from your right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm
As the Earth now womb swells
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my baby girl
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow from the desert
We will take our bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and pills
Ban all pink and pills
I predict killing fields of armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be numbered and barred
All money is gone
Though few can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story told