Marching On (feat. Jesse Royal)

Na-na-na-na-na (Small Axe) Na-na-na-na-na (Live and-) Iya Terra inna here 'Longside Jesse Royal Long time we a-warn you Reggae music over (Talk to them) Well, I see the way things go Type of things that they don't want you to know How to prepare for a spiritual war Access the knowledge you have in store See, we are living in material age Government don't care about the people in the streets 'Nuff of them are poor, working for a poor wage To a dollar bill, they appear to be a slave So I said, "Hold up your hands if you want real change Better must come, but not at this rate" We and we got to break the chains Forwards we're marching So, I grow my dreadlocks long And I'll sing my rebel song We're marching on Marching on, aye Tell my people haffi stand strong Two fingers out to babylon We're marching on Marching on, aye! Alright, the path to hell is paved, but Zion road rocky Real talk, this a-no gibberish or Jabberwocky Uh, press start, Maserati Love is a lifestyle Not just a word or a hobby If you know what I know, let your love show Let your light shine, let your locks grow Keep blowing the sensi' through your window Don't stop spreading the seeds of hope Obstacles they must be tackled to be conquered The spiritual war won't be sponsored Marching on, we refused to be hampered The fire wood flint, and a good draw of ganja Surely there will be A reward for we Many have eyes, but lacking vision So, certain things they just can't see But I said, "Hold up your hands if you want real change Better must come, but not at this rate" We and we have got to break these chains Forward we're marching, eh-eh So, I grow my dreadlocks long And I'll sing my rebel song We're marching on Marching on, aye Tell my people haffi stand strong Two fingers out to babylon We're marching on Marching on, aye! My two feet travel 'pon the Earth Sunrise to sunset, all around the world Searching for substance I put my faith in the Most High Jah To guide and protect I wherever I trod Well, the road to Zion and is, oh, so rough But, we nah give up, no, we nah give up, yeah Road to Zion and is, oh, so rough But, we nah give up So, I grow my dreadlocks long And I'll sing my rebel song We're marching on Marching on, aye Tell my people haffi stand strong Two fingers out to babylon We're marching on Marching on, aye, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, ah Marching on, yes!