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[Jessica Moore]
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 tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you never had it
Spiritually blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby wishes
I predict all the turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, from underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all pink and pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch
Hate groups will be
becomes outlawed
Always will be branded and barred
All money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
sky has holes
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets