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[Jessica Moore]
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile 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 tell your from your right
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our bodies, drink from underground rivers
your face between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto anti-Hatch
Hate will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is
Though few can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the gets told