golden toothz r still chewin under my two hooves.......

deep into the hills we go,
where water knows, a sleuce box flows,
funk is smooth like glass.
the masters of placer sit siftin through trash,
a cast of frantic attempters to pry herbs from ash,
this to shall come then pass, n thus the laugher of the last is willed to have the final vote
push back against the rope n reel, feel this thread, unload.......