text: 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
  I Need A Gun To Keep Myself From Harm