Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
[CHORUS:]
I guess whistles in my ears.
'Cause I can't hear you when you're cryin'.
I don't
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
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
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
the rank
Roll over like an egg
And a man-child will kill them
And a quick procession follow
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
Daddy told you hold your chin
Under- one thing
Drink
Can't control
Can't control
With the procession underway
Understand
But did it fill your-
on
They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
down with a tango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
of bitties
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like
stitches goes and has his fun
Performing for the chosen one we can run
Wild in the street like a formal procession (run)
Of love and deceit
I will
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