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She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
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Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps No flexin, didn't even look in a niggaz direction Saw the police and they rolled right past me Last week fucked around and got a triple doubleĭidn't even get no static from the cowardsĬause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Which court, are y'all playin basketball? I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight Just waking up in the morning gotta thank Godįinally got a call from a girl I wanna dig outĪnd if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop Gonna add this because I am feeling good. The bombardment of the thick drops from the trees. And out of your line of sight, sounds are muted or magnified unaccountably. You can not see but a few yards in front of you. The forest in the fog is a haunted and potentially frightneing place. The rain slowed and I rang the water out my flannel shirt into my mouth and continued through the fog. I parked myself under a thick growth of huckleberry bushes and used my flannel shirt as a makeshift blanket against the rain. After gathering several punds and continuing off in search of new growth, the rain began to fall.
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Even though a huge fog bank had huddled down around me that morning, I knew exactly where the mushroom patch was. I climbed up to the cave and around it to a patch of mushrooms that I had memorized for a few years. No stacks of stolen and long forgotten cash. It looked like a pie safe, or a broken time machine. But right in the very back of the cave, laying on it's side was an old rusty washing machine. It did not go back too far, maybe a hundred feet. I went deeper into the cave and where the light could not longer shine on the walls or floor, it started to look more like a cave. To me it looked like someone was here for a while, maybe keeping out of the rain, so, why not dig? Or maybe it was where a homeless Bluebeard was jsut starting to dig a hole big enough to bury his treasure, or his wives.
Several small holes, in the hard packed ground, hard packed like campground dirt, about five inches deep, until the digger reached solid rock. Empty chew cans and cigerette butts, lots of these. A ring of stones for controlling a long ago burned out fire. Teenage graffitti, carved and sprayed and drawn with nail polish one the walls. I investigated the cave by lamplight like a moder day teenage sherlock holmes. Even it it did show signs of being vistited by humans, which it had. Finding a cave on accidnet seems likea once in a life time achievement. One that was not repeatable, even if I set out to find another cave.
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So early the next morning, I grabbed my Dads 50 year old Blue metal coleman lantern, the kind that is not for sale anywhere anymore, a Gig Harbor Ford Matchbook taught myself how to use the lantern and went to find out what was inside the cave. There was a cave, that took me all day to find.