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

[Jessica Care
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 World's
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, my people force of habit
You can't if you ain't never had it
crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you after witches
I my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be numbered and barred
All money is gone
few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
tell us how the story gets told