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

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in
Black Star Spangled, like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of
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 cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground
Wash your between our legs
While recreating humanity, we summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow
Ban all pink and pills
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
will be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is
Though few can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
tell us how the story gets told