Keep Marchin
Macklemore Song Lyrics

Still trying to figure out what I find comforting

And who's gonna take account for all this suffering?

It's not always gloomy I'm assuming if you sing too,

It might give me the power to wake up again

Let's be honest, it's kind of hard to find beauty here

And a cobweb of a longleg, 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? the share holders.

Damn it's cold here

Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?

I need a reason to keep walkin

Daydreamin 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

And have 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

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

Now we 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, 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 at some king

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?

There is cold here

Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?

I promise that I will 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.