Bells Are Ringing

Church bells are ringing and today ain't sunday,what day will you say bye bye..o' lord why? I wonder if my youngest brother Dave gonna cry..I used to whip his butt.everyday,hmmmn,well at least I made it into heaven cause over there i see a seven eleven.oh my God there's Nina Simone long gone still singing her favorite songs..to be young gifted and black that's where it's at,oh no not reverend rich,I used to swear no way in hell. that woman chaser will make it into heaven,huh oh.where am I let's see if I can fly ain't grown no wings yet oh lord why, I always wondered what it was like to be up here in heaven,not that I was in a hurry,I want to know if I get tired of flying around all day,can I say Shazam and I will be right back down on earth in life checking things out for a minute or will I have to fly up here through eternity, daily eat caviar ,have Minnie Riperton serenade my dinner table every evening with something melodic and pleasing..look at them they can't wait for this wake to end so they can drink a lot of gin lick some fried chicken and laugh a lot why I lay frozen stiff in this box over in plot c wit. 6 feet of dirt piled on top of me tomorrow I will hop into my spanking new convertible Mustang and push the pedal to the medal..I won't die I can fly.anyways back to the church and what's this stuff oozing through my veins,I requested to be cremated my brother thaddeus was so faded..tomorrow I'm gonna fly straight over to seven eleven and get me a gallon of cold-cold Gatorade in case it starts to get hot up in here.