Macklemore - Keep Marching lyrics
[Macklemore - Keep Marching lyrics]
Still trying to figure out
What I find comfortin'
And who's gonna take account
For all this sufferin'?
It's not always gloomy
I'm assuming if you sing too
It might give me the power to wake up a-gain
Let's be honest
It's kind of hard to find beauty here
And a cobweb of a long leg
Solace it would appear
Solid, Mr blockhead with a wooden spirit
Tell the doctor we're all dead
And it's looking serious
I've been at shows where the acted
Like they couldn't hear it
So I substituted my saliva for truth serum
This crooked look is piercing
It could burn a hole through you
I see through your two-faced ways
Despite the both of you
Askin' for a penny in a mechanical city
Black phantom of the back alleys
Poet of the square smokers
Rappin' filthy where the animals
With guilty pasts
Ration out their fat yellow bellies
Or the share holders
Damn it's cold here
Will the people start dancing
When the smoke clears?
I need a reason to keep walkin'
Day dreamin' of the evil in my walkman
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
And keep walkin'
Vanish through the alleyways (ghosts)
Past the green room
Enough drink tickets to the point
Where I can't perceive truth
If God is in the building
Then I can't see you
Even if they put their hands up in
The air that won't redeem you (shows)
It's the place where they start fables
They spend money on jack and coke but are
Flat broke when they hit the merch table
No hand out for the wolves and
The people that are hungry
And won't sacrifice records to get some
Cheddar with their lunch meat
I just pray for that some day
But around here we get more rain then
We ever get a sun break
It's never enough to get something and
I wish I could say
That I was humble enough to
Be blessed that some came
But it feels like hip hop's dead
I don't know who killed it
The poison in the pen or in
The heads of who built it
If I don't know the ledge how
Can I expect that the children
Won't jump to their death when
They question what real is?
The air is cold here
Will the people start dancing
When the smoke clears?
I promise that I'll leap first
Just a starving artist surviving
Off eating my words
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Keep walkin'
What I find comfortin'
And who's gonna take account
For all this sufferin'?
It's not always gloomy
I'm assuming if you sing too
It might give me the power to wake up a-gain
Let's be honest
It's kind of hard to find beauty here
And a cobweb of a long leg
Solace it would appear
Solid, Mr blockhead with a wooden spirit
Tell the doctor we're all dead
And it's looking serious
I've been at shows where the acted
Like they couldn't hear it
So I substituted my saliva for truth serum
This crooked look is piercing
It could burn a hole through you
I see through your two-faced ways
Despite the both of you
Askin' for a penny in a mechanical city
Black phantom of the back alleys
Poet of the square smokers
Rappin' filthy where the animals
With guilty pasts
Ration out their fat yellow bellies
Or the share holders
Damn it's cold here
Will the people start dancing
When the smoke clears?
I need a reason to keep walkin'
Day dreamin' of the evil in my walkman
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
And keep walkin'
Vanish through the alleyways (ghosts)
Past the green room
Enough drink tickets to the point
Where I can't perceive truth
If God is in the building
Then I can't see you
Even if they put their hands up in
The air that won't redeem you (shows)
It's the place where they start fables
They spend money on jack and coke but are
Flat broke when they hit the merch table
No hand out for the wolves and
The people that are hungry
And won't sacrifice records to get some
Cheddar with their lunch meat
I just pray for that some day
But around here we get more rain then
We ever get a sun break
It's never enough to get something and
I wish I could say
That I was humble enough to
Be blessed that some came
But it feels like hip hop's dead
I don't know who killed it
The poison in the pen or in
The heads of who built it
If I don't know the ledge how
Can I expect that the children
Won't jump to their death when
They question what real is?
The air is cold here
Will the people start dancing
When the smoke clears?
I promise that I'll leap first
Just a starving artist surviving
Off eating my words
Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
Say a prayer for the people in the audience
Keep walkin'