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happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our

Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my in tangles
Black Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots
Now that the government's gone, can't your left from your right
We the assassins laughin while the New collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, carways I'm blastin
As the Earth rebels now womb
The birth of Magic, savin my people force of habit
You find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto lifted
Power-shiftin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I my fourteen stitches
all my baby girl wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink underground rivers
Wash your face between our
While humanity, we will summon yem and yaw
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and pills
Ban all pink and yellow
I predict killing of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate will be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
will be branded numbered and barred
All paper is gone
few scholars can interpret our scrolls
Your sky has
We the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story told