Chords for Iya Terra - Marching On ft. Jesse Royal

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the knowledge you have in store.
See [E] we are living [Em] in material age.
Government don't care about the people in the streets.
Now for [Bm] them a poor working for a poor wage.
To a dollar bill they are better be a slave.
So I [Em] said hold up your heads if you want real change.
Better must come for the faith is real.
[Bm] We and we got to break the chains.
Forwards we march in.
So [Em] I grow my dreadlocks long.
Then I sing my rebel song.
We [Bm] marching on. _
Marching [F#m] on.
_ [Em] My people are fit and [Em] strong.
Two fingers after Babylon.
We [Bm] marching on.
Marching on.
_ [Em] Already part of a list of infants I am the road I keep built up.
This is not the parish I'm talking about.
[Bm] _ _
Restart Maserati.
Love is a lifestyle not just a word or a [Em] habit.
If you know what I do.
Let your love show.
Let your light shine.
Let your lungs grow.
[Bm] Keep blowing the sense through your window.
Don't stop spreading the seeds of hope [Em] for obstacles that must be tackled to be conquered.
Spiritual war around this [Bm] man's heart.
Marching on.
We refuse to be humble.
Firewood flint and a good shot of ganja.
Surely there will [Em] be a reward for we.
[Bm] Many have eyes but lacking vision.
So certain things they just can't see.
But [E] I say [Em] hold up your hand if you want to.
There's a monster but not a thing.
[Bm] We and we have got to break the chains.
Forwards we march in.
[Em] So I grow my dreadlocks long.
Then I sing my [Bm] rebel song.
We marching on. _
Marching on.
[Bm] _ [Em] My people are firm and strong.
Two fingers after [Bm] Babylon.
We marching on. _
Marching on.
My [Em] two feet travel upon the earth.
Sunrise to sunset all around the world.
Searching for substance.
I put my faith in the most high jar.
To guide and protect I wherever I trod.
Well the road to Zion is oh so rough.
But we not give up.
No we not give [Bm] up.
Yeah the road to Zion is oh so rough.
But we not give up.
[Em] So I grow my dreadlocks long.
Then I sing my rebel song.
[Bm] We marching on.
_ [D] Marching on.
_ [Em] My people are firm and strong.
Two fingers after Babylon.
[Bm] We marching on.
_ Marching on.
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_ _ _ Marching on [Bm] and on and on. _
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