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