I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they aint got a chance
They aint 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 aint got a chance
They aint 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

Im a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Impulsive dont ask wild wonder
Orders given to me is:
strike and Im thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure

Seems like everybodys out to test ya
til they see your brake
They cant conceal the hate
That consumes you
Im the reason why you flipped your soosa

Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days digit
And Im filled with guilt
From things that Ive seen
Your waters from a bottle
mines from a canteen

At night I hear the shots
Ring so Im 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 Im 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