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

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East I write
In spite the of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb 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
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after
I my fourteen stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, from underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
will be branded numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told