Marching On

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!