It’s the same conclusion every time. My front yard, there’s a legend about it, perhaps you’ve heard of it
“she doesn’t give up her dead”
I know firsthand it’s true because she holds family still. I shared some of Uncle Scotty, he’s no relation, he’s like a teacher of sorts, Bazooka Charlie he was a teacher, a history teacher, he didn’t fuck around, he corrected the bad guys from the air.
Uncle Scotty has a fun side as we all do, when the fuse is lit, those who wonder what the hell happened, all they gotta do is look in the mirror and see who lit the fuse.
Fuck with my flag, see what happens
On the survival side of stuff, here’s a little something you may not thought of, I’ll set the table. Say it’s raining for days on end, matches are soaked, you done lost your flint steel and you’re hungry. What ya gonna then eh, being a teacher of sorts, I know stuff, so did ma, on her cookbook selves there’s this
did you know there’s music for when my peace is disturbed