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

[Jessica Care
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict you runnin after witches
I kiss my stitches
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 take our pregnant bodies, drink from rivers
Wash your face 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 killing fields of ghetto armpatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always will be branded numbered and
All paper money is
Though few can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told