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 igot my act Right, means she act quite difficult And yo its weakened with anger and discontent So much seeking it, searchin like bmore Im a pace loving decoy Ready for retaliation I change an altercation To a pine box 6 under The pulse of last while I wonder Orders give to me and strike im like thunder Just like your vast reflexes On pounds red alert From the cause that hurt You seen nemilance with no time and pressure Seems like everybodys out to test ya Till they see you break You conceal the hate that consumes Im the reason why you flow You a zooza Chill with your old lady at the tilt I gotta a ninety days digit And im filled with guilt From thing that unseen Your waters from a bottle Mines from a canteen At night I hear the shots scream so im a lite sleeper Cause of life seems to get cheaper Out in the dessert with my street sweeper The war is over So said the speaker With the flight suit Maybe to him Im just a pawn So he can advance Remeber how they used dance All I wanna do is dance