Damon 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 'cause all I do is dance 'Cause 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 'cause all I do is dance 'Cause all I do is dance Bootie Brown/Pharcyde Get my backpack, I got my act right In case you act quite difficult And your result weaken with anger and discontent Some are seekin' "In search of" like Nimoy I'm a peace-loving decoy ready for retaliation I change the whole location to a pine box six-under Impulsive, don't ask why or 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 drop in pressure Seems like everybody's out to test ya 'Til they see you break They can't conceal the hate that consumes you I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu Chill with your old lady at the tilt I got a 90 days visit 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 we used to dance? Man, all I wanna do is dance Damon Dance, dance, dance I need a gun to keep myself from harm