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

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Black Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New collapsin
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin witches
I kiss my fourteen
all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink 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 will be bombed
becomes outlawed
Always will be numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few can interpret our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told