paroles de chanson Gun - Gil Scott-Heron

Brother man nowadays livin' in the ghetto
Where the dangers sure enough real
Well when he's out late at night
If he's got his head on right
Well, I lay you 9 to 5 he's walking with steel

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 the 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

But 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
And the philosophy seems to be
At least as near as I can see
When the other folks give up, give up, give up
I'll give up, I'll give up, sing

Saturday night just ain't that special
Freedom to be afraid is all you want
Yes if you don't want to be next
You've got a family to protect
Nine out of ten, you've got a friend, you've got a gun

Everybody got a pistol
Everybody got a .45
The philosophy seems to be
At least as near as I can see
When the other folks give up theirs, I'll give up mine

Everybody got a pistol
This must be to please the NRA
Yeah 'cause when it's time to line up
You know damn well they're gonna shine up
Everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody, ta-da-da-da
Everybody got a little ta-da-da-da

The philosophy seem to be
At least as near as I can see
When the other folks give up theirs, I'll give up mine