Lyrics Marching On - Jesse Royal , Iya Terra

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 takin 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 a 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 have got to break the chains
Forwards we marching

So I grow my dreadlocks long
And I sing my rebel song
We Marching on
Marching on aye
Tell my people haffi stand strong
Two fingers out to babylon
We Marching on
Marching on aye!

Alright the path to hell is paved
But Zion road rocky
Real talk
This ah no gibberish or Jabberwocky
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
The 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 marching!

So I grow my dreadlocks long
And I sing my rebel song
We Marching on
Marching on aye
Tell my people haffi stand strong
Two fingers out to babylon
We 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 is oh so rough
But we nah give up no we
Nah give up aye!
Road to Zion is oh so rough
But we nah give up

So I grow my dreadlocks long
And I sing my rebel song
We Marching On
Marching On aye
Tell my people haffi stand strong
Two fingers out to babylon
We marching on
Marching on, aye!