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