Marching On Songtext
von Iya Terra

Na-na-na-na-na (Small Axe)
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na
(Live and death)
Iya Terra inna here me now
′Longside Jesse Royal
Long time we a-warn you
Reggae music takin' over
(Talk to them)

Well, I see the way things go (yeah)
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 (cha)

See, we are living in material age (true)
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, ah

Marching on, yes