8 February 2012, 9:09 am
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write In spite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right We the assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armored carways I'm blastin As the Earth rebels now womb swells The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit You can't find it if you ain't never had it Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches I kiss my fourteen stitches I'll Keep all my baby's wishes!!! I predict all the oceans turn dry Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert Womne will take their pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers Wash your face between their legs While recreating humanity, we will summon yem and yaw Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills Ban all pink and yellow pills I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch Hate groups will be bombed Childbirth becomes outlawed Always will be branded numbered and barred All paper money is gone Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls Your sky has holes We know the young is old let us see how the story Finally gets told!!! Global warming between her legs, screams against the waves She Gave birth to thirteen daughters, so now we never run out of water Her skin layered in diamonds and sage Left alone and confused, forces enslaved by days Time keeps on whoring us Ghetto saviors can't keep ignoring us Flowers and flames, flutes from her fingers Rifles pointed from her sac or was it simply a bag of sticks and stones Either way, she wore a compass on her head Rains don't stop the grass from turning red Her hair was half perm, half dread We gave up walking in a past-life and so we dance Arms wrapped around my breath and choked me back to life A new world wife, reflecting the sun and rolling dice Symbol of the drama yet to come - too late to run Time travelling was late Watching was a blind man's mistake All his assets melted right in front of his face His right leg drabbed with demon paste Shoes stayed angel laced Never count your blessings with haste Even a prophet can catch a case Didn't realize how sweet the future might taste Telepathically cutting through mental gates Words were weapons against their hate Shepherds search for stars in her hair Her chest grew fermented like yeast She broke her body like aged bread He gave her truth from all the books he'd read She wrote her poems inside the mud Sacrificed her cervix to fix the future Named their boys and spit truth inside his mouth Read warm prophet, writing twisted scriptures inside her belly Resurrected from bones and dirt She made hard Brothers smile Left her seeds inside the Earth Gave hustlers and killers life's worth This is the life we chose, remember who was here first Find a reason why you curse Gold rushed tongues by dreams too loose Sporting electronic nooses pushing humanity love-ticks over lust Despite the damage to destiny you can't take the best of me In God We Still Trust = The Outcome!!!!... Read More »
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