I smell a faint scent of smoke in the air
Like a match just been struck heavy like my ancestors near
No longer infatuated with the disappear
Here’s my love letter to resistance
Hope I translate this clear
Blue print in my bones ad pride in my spine
Pass me a match bout to set this alight
Theres a match in my pocket
Were gonna watch it burn
When the world caught fire were gonna watch it burn
So bad back then,
I heard people say, not only leave footprints illuminate
Deliverance a journey one Ill push on
A quest for preservation so the culture lives on
Theres a match in my pocket
Were gonna watch it burn
When the world caught fire were gonna watch it burn
Not accepting it
Not accepting it
Here to exist exist to resist not accepting it
Not accepting it
No Not accepting it
I’m Here to exist exist to resist not accepting it No