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[Rich
What's happenin and sisters?
Welcome to our

[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 gone, can't tell your left from your right
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby girl
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink underground rivers
Wash your face our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and pills
I predict killing fields of armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always will be numbered and barred
All money is gone
Though few can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story told