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[Rich
happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels hide my in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, can't tell left from your right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people of habit
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you after witches
I my fourteen stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli 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
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict killing fields of ghetto anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be
becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and
All money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told