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What's happenin and sisters?
to our time

[Jessica Moore]
hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your
We the laughin while the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, carways I'm blastin
As the rebels now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of
You can't if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo
Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin witches
I kiss my stitches
Keep all my girl wishes
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We take 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 pink and pills
I predict fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch
Hate groups be bombed
Childbirth outlawed
Always will be numbered and barred
All money is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
Your sky has
We know the is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets