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What's brothers and sisters?
to our time

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