March - Px Feat. Ibizman

[Martial drums] 

[Verse 1]
Why they keep screamin' that sh—?
Command like we’re kids from the eighties, real quick
Think they can try me? Better know who I'll be —
Am I chillin' in the BR Army?
Rhyming in English, yeah, they don’t even try,
Too lazy to learn, just lettin' it slide
Try to make me feel numb — like I’m dumb?
Sorry, tonight y’all my dumbs — yeah, that’s burros, son
Feel all the screams and the tears in the hall,
We just become bricks, stackin’ up in the wall
And your rank ain’t tall — nah, that ain’t respect,
Just a patch on your chest, some cloth on your neck
How much it cost? Man, two or five bucks
Ain’t gonna lie, that don’t earn you my trust
Maybe some rookie guard gonna cry —
While I spit these bars and I aim for the sky

[Outro]
And you? Just like a toy,
A little boy, built just to destroy
Yeah, “Little Boy” — boom, 1945,
Now you march like you're barely alive

[Chorus]
MARCH !

[Verse 2]
Just scream like a bi—,
No spine, just bark, no bite in the fight
Step in line, take orders, no choice —
While I raise my voice, you just follow with noise
Wearing the badge, but my mind’s in a cage
They call it a school, but it feels like a stage
No thinking allowed, just follow the lead
The louder they yell, the more that we bleed
Cut my hair, cut my soul too
Same voice, same clothes, same point of view
A soldier in training, but don’t know who I am
My scream got lost in the whistle's command
Grades don’t matter when the badge speaks loud
Respect ain’t real when it’s forced by the crowd
Questions are danger, silence is law
They break you down ‘til you follow their flaw

[CHORUS]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MARCH !

[Verse 3]
They read the rules but never ask why,
March in line with their brains offline
Shoutin’ "honor" like they know the code,
But can’t even spell what the books have told
Big boots, small mind, that's the game they play,
Barking orders loud, got nothin' real to say
Discipline blind, intelligence gone,
Followin’ rules like a glitch in a song

[Chorus] 
March

[Verse 4] 
[Ibizman vocal]
March towards your destiny 
A path far from shame 
When you grow up you will no longer be a child and in your life there will be a flame 
You can't remain quiet 
Let us now 
march towards the future, 
deep down, 
you can't be afraid of falling, 
deep down, 
you know, that no-thing in this filthy world, 
only the strong win, so marchhhh

[Chorus]
March
[Guitar solo]
[End]

Rap gangster, drums, blues