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

[Jessica Care
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East I write
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New collapsin
Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after
I kiss my fourteen
all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground
Wash your between our legs
recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow
Ban all pink and pills
I predict killing fields of armpatch anti-Hatch
groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes
will be branded numbered and barred
All paper money is
Though few scholars can our scrolls
sky has holes
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the gets told