Marching ft. $ifu

Marching through all the dishonest thoughts

Got my brain on lock, went insane with the plot

Can't be tamed like a dog, see the rain and the fog

Homies pain in the Grove, told them "it's a slow slog"

Dismiss it like my father, march, "cannot be bothered", march

$!fu's boof pack strong, leave the room, act calm

Don't matter if you doomed or not, the tomb ain't rot

Creatively, my flower bloomed out a swamp

Your drooling out ya chops, I dodge your cowardly charm

Lift my past out my glass, cause I got a strong ass arm