Illusive Sounds - Soldier On lyrics

[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 f** me These rappin dorks are crap of course So why when we do a show its always as these whack cats support And why do there tracks go north and ares go nowhere Why do I lack a porche why is it no fair Please pull your f**in skirt up I'm proud of everything we've done And everything we've worked for And I wouldn't read you sh** if I could I feel darko Coz if I open for ya''ll its still our show Bliss, I'm just a brother with a given goal So don't you dare try too shove me in that pigeon hole Of being boring and lame The game fortunate fame When I just walk the darkness with a torch and a flame When its pooring with rain I drop gems in the drizzle And stay forgin are name Where my pen is a chsel Where my mind is a malet I'm rhyming the alice And gallop through sleepy hollows to the side of a palet 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 sloggin it out (cumon) On the sundick round circuit Just running a muck Its like a three clowned circus But we found purpose too 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 rabit 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 stanpeeding buffalo My fingers paint pictures of a man cleaning up his thrown Getting ready for any attack Coz me and this mic have become very attatched And I won't let go of this feeling I've got in my bellie the revolution is here And its not on your tellie Have you ever had too hate when ur tryna be calm Have u 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 Too get up or get down when life's tryna be serious, like get up Like schools out and life's a free period But when it happened I didn't wanna go out Coz if people couldn't relate sh** id wanna throw down So how can I write and stay out for the cause When hells in my lounge room and there's doubt in my thoughts It was the sun through a smile when I look at her pictures Its the face that my rapping not a hook for the riches And if I give you my heart I hope it mkaes me rich Coz I don't roll in a roice like a jay-z clip But if you fake your rich bro Take these hints That's just satin bum f**ing you for 18 cents But me I'm willing too roll I'm willing too ride sh** 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