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