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[Rich
What's brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

[Jessica Care
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 tight
Now that the gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the assassins laughin the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my force of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you after witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my girl wishes
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the
We will take our pregnant bodies, from underground rivers
Wash your face our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all pink and pills
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be
becomes outlawed
Always will be branded and barred
All money is gone
Though few scholars can our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
tell us how the story gets told