Marching On

Na na na na na
Na na na na na
(Live and…)
Iya Terra inna here
Longsinde Jesse Royal
Long time we a warn you
Reggae Music takin over
(Talk to them)
Well I see the way things go
Type of the 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 a living in material age
Government don’t care bout the people inna street
Nuff of dem a poor working for a poor wage
To a dollar bill they a better be a slave
So I say hold up your hands if you want real change
Better must come but not at this rate
We and we gotta brake the chainz
Forward we Marching!
So I grow my dreadlocks long
And I sing my rebel song
We Marching on, Marching On! Ey!
Tell my people haffi stand strong
Two Fingers out to Babylon
We Marching On! Marching On! Ey!
Alright the battlefield is stained fi Zion road block
It real talk This ah nuh gibberish or jabawaki
Nah press start, Maserati
Love is a lifestyle not just a word or a hobby
If ya know what I know Let your love show
Let your light shine Let your locks grow
Keep blowing the sensi thru your window
Never stop planting the seeds of hope
The obstacles they must be tackled to be conquered
The spiritual war won’t be sponsored
Marching on we refuse to be angered
The fiya woulda fling fi a good draw a ganja
Surely there will be a reward for we
Many have eyes but lacking vision
So certain things them just can’t see
So 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
Forwards we marching
So I grow my dreadlocks long
And I sing my rebel song
We Marching on. Marching On! Ey!
Tell my people haffi stand strong
Two Fingers out to Babylon
We Marching On. Marching On! Ey!
[Verse 3: Iya Terra:
My two feet travel pon di earth
Sunrise to Sunset all around di world
Searching for Substance
I put my faith in the most high JA!
To guide and protect I wherever I trod
Well the Road to Zion and it’s all so ruff
But we nah give up, no we nah give up. Ey
Road to Zion and it’s all so ruff
But we nah Give Up!
So I grow my dreadlocks long
And I sing my rebel song
We Marching on. Marching On! Ey!
Tell my people haffi stand strong
Two Fingers out to Babylon
We Marching On. Marching On! Ey!
Eyyy. Marching On ey