I drive down to Pine Ridge, pull up to Porcupine
Saying here I am, you lead me, I’m ready to fight
Like all the light skins before me, my baggage is heavy
Will my good intentions, end up on the backs of the needy
Light the match, fan the flame, I won’t be tamed
Battle cry, through the sky, it calls me, I’m ready to die
Throw myself down on wounded knee, overcome by the grief
And the tragedy that hangs in the branches of all our family trees.
The skin that I live, don’t tell all my story, some of the people I come
had to run from people who look like me
Light the match, fan the flame, I won’t be tamed
Battle cry, through the sky, calls me, I’m ready to die
We come home from work. too tired to march and fight
Baby I’m telling you, we weren’t born to feed the rich man’s wife
Let us gather the hungry in numbers, drive down to DC
Watch us riot down white doors, and push his pen on Peltiers release
Light the match, fan the flame, I won’t be tamed
Battle cry, through the sky, calls me, I’m ready to die
Drive down to Pine Ridge, pull up to Porcupine, saying here I am you
lead me I’m ready to fight
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