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[Jessica Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
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 in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin witches
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby girl
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always be branded numbered and barred
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told