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happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

[Jessica Moore]
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left your right
We the assassins while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The birth of Black Magic, my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you after witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my baby girl
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, from underground rivers
Wash face between our legs
recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and
All paper money is
few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We know the is old
tell us how the story gets told