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What's happenin and sisters?
to our time

[Jessica Moore]
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now swells
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 girl
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our
recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all and yellow pills
Ban all and yellow pills
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
Always be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is
Though few scholars can our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
tell us how the story gets told