Lyrics Gil Scott–Heron – Gun
Text:
Brother man nowadays livin’ in the ghetto
Where the dangers sure enough real.
Well when he’s out late at night,
and if he’s got his head on right,
Brother Man says he’s ‘fraid of gangsters
Messing with people just for fun
He don’t want to be next.
He got a family to protect.
So just last week he bought himself a gun.
Everybody got a pistol, everybody got a .45
And the philosophy seem to be,
At least as near as I can see,
When other folks give up theirs, I’ll give up mine.
This is a violent civilization;
If civilization’s where I am.
Every channel that I stop on
Got a different kind of cop on
Killing them by the million for Uncle Sam.
Saturday night just ain’t that special.
Yeah, I got the constitution on the run.
‘Cause even though we’ve got the right
To defend our home, to defend our life,
Got to understand to get it in hand about the guns.
Everybody’s got a pistol. Everybody got a .45.
The philosophy seems to be,
At least as near as I can see,
When other folks give up, I, I’ll give up…
Saturday night just ain’t that special.
Freedom to be afraid is all you want.
You’ve got a family to protect.
9 out of 10, you’ve got a friend, you’ve got a gun.
Everybody got a pistol. Everybody got a .45.
And the philosophy seems to be,
At least as near as I can see,
When other folks give up theirs, I’ll give up mine.
Everybody got a pistol, this mosty be the NRA
Yeah ’cause when it’s time to line up
You know damn well they’re gonna shine up
Everybody…
And the philosophy seem to be
At least as near as I can see,
When other folks give up theirs, I’ll give up mine.
