I need a gun to keep myself from harm. The poor people are burning in the sun. But they ain't got a chance. They ain't got a chance. I need a gun. Cos all I do is dance. Cos all I do is dance. I need a gun to keep myself from harm. The poor people are burning in the sun. No they ain't got a chance. They ain't got a chance. I need a gun. Cos all I do is dance. Cos all I do is dance. In my backpack. I got my act right. In case you act quite difficult. And yo is so weakin'. With anger and discontent. Some are seeking and searching like me moi. I'm a peace-loving decoy. Ready for retaliation. I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under. Impulsive don't ask wild wonder. Orders given to me is. strike and I'm thunder with lightning. fast reflexes on constant alert. from the constant hurt that seems limitless. with no dropping pressure. Seems like everybody's out to test ya. 'til they see your brake. They can't conceal the hate. That consumes you. I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa. Chill with your old lady at the tilt. I got a 90 days digit. And I'm filled with guilt. From things that I've seen. Your water's from a bottle. mine's from a canteen. At night I hear the shots. Ring so I'm a light sleeper. The cost of life. it seems to get cheaper. out in the desert. with my street sweeper. The war is over. So said the speaker with the flight suit on. Maybe to him I'm just a pawn. So he can advance. Remember when I used to dance. Man all I want to do is dance. (Dance!). (Dance!). (Dance!). I need a gun to keep myself from harm