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What's happenin brothers and
Welcome to our

[Jessica Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in
Black Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils 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 in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I Goddesses you runnin after witches
I my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink underground rivers
Wash your between 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 killing fields of armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always will be numbered and barred
All money is gone
Though few scholars can our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
tell us how the story gets told