Marching On - Iya Terra, Jesse Royal

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