Marie N.
Yelp
I love Rainbow Acres and have been shopping at Rainbow Acres in Culver City for decades and sends lots of people there. After I posted that Firetrucks have been GPS tracking me especially when I speak of our sacred movie at our non-profit, and since I Facebook posted harassment by another agency designed to help the community who is obviously angry with something I shared with a friend of mine and theirs, and what are they angry about? I was next in line, but the male White manager told Mustafa to take me and left the cash register at 8:45-8:58 PM or 9, February 16, 2024. While ringing up my items he began singing in front of my deacon and I a death song about a ranger (rangers are part of law enforcement with different duties) using a big iron on his hip (which is a gun.) Mustafa has never sung a song while ringing me up. I was only able to record some of what he was singing. It is a country western song and my Deacon who was with me is a western enthusiast whose father loved Marty Robbins music. It speaks of a ranger; rangers are part of law enforcement) killing dead an outlaw. About 14 days or so ago four of our senior citizens between 60, and the rest are in their 70's up to 78, including me was surprised in our church parking lot momentarily after we came out from service. I spoke about it in service and on Facebook about being GPS tracked and at once a Police cruiser rushed into the parking lot with white lights blaring for no reason and left while we were Facebook live. I reported it to a former political leader 2 days ago and Mustafa sings this song tonight. There are clues i.e., Southern Calif and other names and numbers/information in the song connected to my beloved murdered 48-year-old mom and living son that I will not share. So why would Mustafa sing that song? I have pasted the song below that he sang part of especially about the ranger killing the outlaw.
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more
One and 19 more
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip
21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death
There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Pray for Mustafa...