Seven Suns Coffee & Cafe — Restaurant in Mount Shasta

Love Bernice Andrew Juan except

Cosmic Scope

Admitted in a track what you did, no shame Said you call the cops, then laugh at the blame Said you’d get me banned like you did before Theory, Deadwood, Starbucks, more

Got Seven Suns twisted in a voodoo curse Fake cryin' in the mirror while you rehearse Sellout soul for a shot and a dose Witch in lace with a snake’s approach

Twenty-three years of a man that stayed Loyal in storms, while you plotted the fade Grievin’ wife? Nah, just a mask you wear Seven months later, San Bernadino’s stare

No tears, just plans—ain’t no grief in your lane Just dope, just chains, just dopamine games Cosmic scope turned right on your name Every lie you spit now fueling the flame

Southern transiter, children moved in the dark Trails covered up, but the guilt leaves marks Pedal that smile, try to keep it cute But your aura’s black and your soul’s a brute

That panic in your voice when you think no one's watchin’ Says more than the lies that your mask been clockin’ You drown in guilt, paintin’ on your regret But no shade hides what the spirit won’t let

It’s screamin’ through pores, through every fake glance Through your stiff upper lip and your lifeless stance Ain’t no healing in you, just a haunted room Where the love you buried became your tomb

So amen to the rider that never got rest To the king you ghosted while you played princess He was real, he was fire, he was storm, he was light Now he haunts every sunrise you fake in your sight

This ain't just revenge, it’s a reckoning note Signed in truth that your lies can’t float You wanted power, but you live in fear ‘Cause the ones you buried still speak clear

I hear him in the wind, feel him in the pain And I swear on his name that it won’t be in vain So I smile now—knife in the calm While you hide from the mirror in your panic balm

Amen

Red Flags and Razor Smiles

You clock in with blood on your hands Wednesday morn Seven Suns frontin’ like peace was born But beneath that grin is a soul that’s torn Had a good man killed just to feel reborn

Rider of the storm brother soldier of fate Father of five, now he speaks from the gate Suicide they claimed but the truth too great You erased a king just to serve up hate

Pretty face sellin’ souls in disguise Skinny witch with death in her eyes Husband loyal, never cheated or strayed Stayed in his lane while his grave was laid

They covered it up with a sweet smile fake Murder for clout, for the new house bake New cakes bought off of silence and sin And y’all wonder why business won’t let you win

You play the same cards—tweaker deck, marked Using pain as currency in the places you parked Put rats in the shops and the spots that bloom Leech off light till the whole town's doomed

Expose the pattern, it’s a matrix lie Same fake cries when a real one dies I never knew him, but I feel that flame That storm he rode got your hands to blame

Amen to the ones who stand in the fire Not the snakes who kill just to climb higher You ain’t divine, you’re a fraud with lace Your whole damn legacy’s a murder case

He was a father, a builder, a man of the day You sold him out just to play your play The truth won’t sleep, no matter how deep It screams from the cracks where the dead ones weep

So bring your brunch and your coffee lies Keep stackin’ karma, it multiplies I smile now like a blade in the rain 'Cause I carry the torch of his silent pain

Red flags fly where your false light beams But we ride for the ones with unfinished dreams He speaks through fire, through every break And the storm’s just begun—make no mistake

Bread of Reckoning

You wonder why your stores stay cold Why your shelves collect more dust than gold Why the city lights rise while your hopes descend It’s the curse you cast that loops back again

Voodoo creeps in designer disguise Whisperin’ hexes with envy in eyes You played with dolls and thought none would see But the spirits you stirred now feast on thee

Business dry ‘cause your heart ain’t clean While the city you hate turns gold from green Tried to bind fate now your...

After visiting the grandkids and friends, we set out at the crack of dawn, or rather, 4:30 am, to head home. At such an ungodly hour, we were on a mission to find a coffee shop that could serve up more than just caffeine but also a decent breakfast. Our search was bleak until we stumbled upon this charming espresso and coffee haven near Mount Shasta.

This place, Seven Suns Coffee, is not just a coffee shop; it's a beacon of hope for early risers and caffeine addicts alike! Here, we met Bernice, the barista with a heart of gold and a patience to match. She greeted us with such warmth that you'd think she was running for mayor of Good Vibes Town, reggae tunes serenading our morning.

I opted for a hearty meat lovers breakfast burrito, my wife chose an organic bagel with cream cheese, and we shared a still-warm-from-the-oven blueberry scone. The scone, in particular, was a hit; my wife, despite her petite frame, showed the appetite of a burrito-eating champion, leaving me to admire the empty plate with a mix of pride and hunger.

In summary, Seven Sons is a must-visit. We're not just giving them a 10; we're adding a few extra stars for Bernice's service, the delicious food, and the ambiance. Two Thumbs Up, Five Shooting Stars, and if we could, we'd give them a galaxy! We'll definitely return, assuming my wife leaves enough burrito for me next time. Remember, if you're ever near Mount Shasta at an unholy hour, Seven Sons is where...

I like the coffee and the sit down areas. It hurts me that they don't have cups for here. It's so wasteful. I requested for her to ask her manager about it. Then I made jokes about our karma for our grandkids. I tip her which I wish I didn't because this is yet another business that punishes people caring about animals. They charge extra for oat milk. They have oats here. They can literally make oatmilk for cheeper than buying cows milk. And it's less poison for our community. Less chemical and preservatives. I suggest this and both women just shoot my point down making excuses to propetuate a wasteful system. She just seems irritated then the other woman jumps in and says they don't have the time. Idk isn't this supposed to be a spiritual community? Where is the change into not poisoning our planet and being so damn wasteful and febal minded. So much trash it's so sad how people just shut off there minds instead of having a conversation especially during these times. "Just business as usual" We all play our part and there is so much we can stop doing very easily ESPECIALLY in a place like Shasta? Can we care about the future generations? Can we all please take...