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

[Jessica Care
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the assassins laughin the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the rebels now womb swells
The birth of Magic, savin my people force of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted embargo lifted
Power-shiftin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my girl wishes
I predict all the oceans 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 between our
While recreating humanity, we will yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be
Childbirth becomes
Always will be branded numbered and
All paper money is
Though few can interpret our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets