Everyone had wings

…………Just another cabin in the sky, bucks flying high, cloud’s obviously artificial but their strings disappear into the sky, how could dead men speak with such authority, their uniforms only said alpha omega sorority, helping to fix mankind was a celebration of their spiritual maturity; with folded hands as they looked to the sky was how they reached the majority, in hindsight that’s what got us here from Ethel to Maxine Waters, to escape depression I still stuff my mattresses every quarter, a generation of fathers who wouldn’t allow you to put those things on their daughters, we survived these times it’s was a slaughter.. even the kids got beat it was a feat, with our lil buster brown’s on looking neat, don’t know why we got whippings for our toys were even cheap, knew when adults spoke not to speak. It wasn’t abuse until you saw the bottoms of their feet.