[Verse 1: Bliss]
Yo, Bliss n Eso is like back and fourth like Jack n Torch and trust me
We tap the source and rap with force but fuck me
These rapping dorks are crap of course
So why when we do a show it's always as these whack cats' support
And why do there tracks go north and ours go nowhere?
Why do I lack a Porche? Why is it no fair?
Please pull your fucking skirt up
I'm proud of everything we've done
And everything we've worked for
And I wouldn't read you shit if I could I feel darko
'Cause if I open for ya'll it's still our show
Bliss, I'm just a brother with a given goal
So don't you dare try to shove me in that pigeon hole
Of being boring and lame to gain fortunate and fame
When I just walk the darkness with a torch and a flame
When it's pouring with rain, I drop gems in the drizzle
And stay forging are name where my pen is a chisel
Where my mind is a mallet, I'm rhyming to Alice
And gallop through sleepy hollows to the side of a palace
Man I could dive in the sunrise
I could swim in this breeze
This poem makes me a jungle and I'm swinging from trees
What could u possibly utter to be like stopping us brother
When we out on the road man all we got is each other slogging it out (c'mon)
On the sundick round circuit
Just running a muck, it's like a three clowned circus
But we found purpose to speak our minds
Through beats and rhymes and we ain't even reached our prime
I'm just a poetry peddler who found the lavish gold
And you can see it too it's just down this rabbit hole
[Chorus]
Oh I've been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
Been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on

[Verse 2: Eso]
(Yo check me out right here)
On this mic I'm a stampeding buffalo
My fingers paint pictures of a man cleaning up his throne
Getting ready for any attack
'Cause me and this mic have become very attached
And I won't let go of this feeling I've got in my belly
The revolution is here and it's not on your tellie
Have you ever had to hate when you're trying to be calm
Have you ever had your own mother die in your arms
Well I have and her outlook keeps me strong
The rolling stone of this home since shes been gone
So I know what its like too only have your crew
Where meaning seems lost and you know you have too choose
To get up or get down when life's trying to be serious
Like get up like school's out and life's a free period
But when it happened I didn't wanna go out
'Cause if people couldn't relate, shit I'd wanna throw down
So how can I write and stay out for the cause
When hell's in my lounge room and there's doubt in my thoughts
It was the sun through a smile when I look at her pictures
It's the face that my rapping not a hook for the riches
And if I give you my heart, I hope it makes me rich
'Cause I don't roll in a roice like a Jay-Z clip
But if you're fake you're rich bro, take these hints
That's just Satan bum fucking you for eighteen cents
But me I'm willing too roll I'm willing too ride
Shit I'm still in control I'm still on this mic
[Chorus]
Oh I been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
Been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on