Match in my Pocket

I smell a fine scent of smoke in the air

Like a match just been struck by my ancestor's hand

No longer infatuated with a disperse

Here's my love letter, I've seen sober dreams like this clear

Blueprint in my vows and pride in my spine

Pass me a match, let me set this alight

There's a match in my pocket

We don't know what you are

When the world is on fire (on fire)

We don't know what you are

It was so bad back then

I've heard people say

Not only live for a brim, still illuminate

Deliverance, a journey

One I'll push on

Request preservation, so my culture lives on

There's a match in my pocket (match in my-)

We don't know what you are

When the world is on fire

We don't know what you are

I'm not accepting it, no, not accepting it

I'm here to resist, insist to resist, not accepting it

Not accepting it

No, not accepting it

I'm here to resist, resist, to resist

Not accepting it (no)

There's a match in my pocket

We don't know what you are

When the world is on fire

We don't know what you are

Insist to resist, not accepting it

No, not accepting it

I'm here to resist, resist, to resist

Not accepting it, no