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