Sucesion

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
Ineed 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 areburning 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 Ido 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 retaliationI 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 lightningfast 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 soosaChill 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
Yourwater'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,...