Lyrics:
casket he'd never been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit 'round their tables
Scattering
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit 'round their tables
Scattering
day beneath the sun
Asking you who is the one
And when the day is late
We know who must forever wait
Black procession through the narrow aisles
you one of the chosen few who
Will march in the the procession?
And Daniel said
The sacred harp was handed down
From father unto son
And me not being
man was dead (this man was dead)
They find him black eyes and them lay it all
Upon his head (the man was dead)
Now the procession leads
his men, rides again
But before he sees the border he is dead
The priests they walk in procession with the coffin of state
The King he leaves his
of the session
Black gs pop it if we need an intervention
Murder all these little song boys in succession
Niggas ain't eatin', it's a konvict procession
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a British shop
Swoop scoop
Slang King
At a British shop
Take it
crushin' shit just for fun like Co Flow
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go
Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo
In the procession to your burial
Callin' Hi
See a man with a flag and he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears for a man locked in prison
When the two locked eyes and for a moment I
See a man with a flag and he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears for a man locked in prison
When the two locked eyes and for a moment I
remain
A blackest hearts procession
No love to give, you only take the light away
You're not going to use us
You're not going to push us to the ground
Pulled into the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, "is this awkward?
Should I even be
I see a man with a flag
And he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears
For a man locked in prison
Then the two locked eyes
And for
spit of scorn
Invisible king, dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift
like a mud slick in the sun
Sparks fly from their eyes
Birds fly from their mouths
Echoing off this procession is a sound
Never to be found
With
procession
proceeding way too slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on broadstreet
Eye to eye and toe to toe
from the procession.
I tumbled from my lowly perch.
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I guess whistles in my ears.
'Cause I can't hear you when you're cryin'.
I don't
It's cold again it looks like rain
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
Saunters by, I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so
I see a man with a flag
And he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears
For a man locked in prison, yeah
Then the two locked eyes
After these processions comes the sweeping up
The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup
The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain
The angry
the rank
Roll over like an egg
And a man-child will kill them
And a quick procession follow
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