Various Artists - Processions

★ Verse 1 ★
All bet, song set
All black everything
Can’t afford to see ‘em die
Pawn that wedding ring
Screams throughout the congregation
Sunday best is soaking wet
Tensions thick as shackles
And the casket ain’t been open yet
Babies feel the elders’ pain
They crying but they don’t know what’s wrong
But it won’t be long
Grief make you get your grown folk gone
Choirs singing
Half are in the spirit
Half don’t hear it
Halfway broken
Met demise but met the maker
Pastor said it
Hard to see through blurry vision
Puffy-eyed, there’s mercer❲?❳ victims
Word is healing
Some with comfort
Others here but spurn religion
Hallelujah while the mama holler too soon
But finally breaks her
And I relate but men don’t cry
We’re too cool so I refrain
See more die then get degrees
But who decides what’s meant to be
From suicide to centuries of you and I vs bigotry
Hope that heavens waiting
Maybe death is taking life’s control
But tell them that to his family
Right my bad, I’m quiet, my eyes are closed

★ Chorus ★
Got my black shoes, got my black suit, oh
Tribute tattoos, R-I-P shirt, oh
Heard the bad news, left me confused, dumb
(x2)

★ Verse 2 ★
Funeral processions
Mothers clutching casket handles
Dignified in shambles
Numbed in pain, no answers
The result of deadly force abused by fools with badges
White supremacists with mental illness and mega privilege
Can’t explain the pain
Galaxy await
❲?❳ displays the love
Our foster raging hate
Justice is overdue
And I can hardly wait
My people know the truth
They speak it everyday
Politicians, those cowards deliver fake flowers
Helicopters they hover, big brother, state power
Bullets flowing endless, victims mainly defenseless
Not the aggressor, they reckless, police enforce repression
A life meaningless, fuck it now, I get tomorrow
Deepest sorrow, my soul hollow, no role models
COINTEL did them well, may they rot in hell
They been plotting our demises since we developed cells

★ Chorus ★
Got my black shoes, got my black suit, oh
Tribute tattoos, R-I-P shirt, oh
Heard the bad news, left me confused, dumb
(x2)

★ Verse 3 ★
Got bodied by 12, then carried by 12
Men
All cried their tears
When no one was near
Them
Black life is in season
We grieving this evening
Abusing the rules and it happens too frequent
Eulogy while in your youth is nothing new to me
Even with the proper proof immune to scrutiny
Apparently my destiny is die from weaponry
We pouring out
Bottles
I bought extra Hennessy
No therapy gon’ give a nigga longevity
A rarity is making past age 70
Long as melodies play, we gon’ stay heavenly
Soon as we leave this space, it might get deadly
Money hungry on that power struggle
Quick to bring a trouble
Scared the youngins, waiting, getting scuffled
Must be slavery, muscle run up on your leave, you’re late in puddles
Mothers left to wondering, the moment’s notice
Life can turn to shambles, dreams will crumble

★ Chorus ★
Got my black shoes, got my black suit, oh
Tribute tattoos, R-I-P shirt, oh
Heard the bad news, left me confused, dumb
(x2)