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[Rich
happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in
Black Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm
As the Earth rebels now 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 ghetto lifted
comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
all my baby 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 bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be branded and barred
All money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
Your sky has
We know the is old
tell us how the story gets told