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What's brothers and sisters?
to our time

[Jessica Moore]
Afro-Angels my weapons in tangles
Black Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
In the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your from your right
We the assassins laughin the New World's collapsin
Mother Earth's crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin
As the Earth now womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my force of habit
You can't find if you ain't had it
Spiritually crafted blackness and ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shiftin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches
I kiss my fourteen
Keep all my baby girl
I all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from rivers
Wash face between our legs
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
Hate groups will be
becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and
All paper is gone
Though few scholars can interpret our
Your sky has
We the young is old
Nastradamus us how the story gets told