You don't bring this to a gun fight Don't bring it to a sword fight either Works best in a fist fight

Although considered foreigners, We are your neighbors, just on a cosmic scale.

I’m often ignored when I’m red, but praised when green. Contemporary takes might even call me beige for fair oddities.

I'm a misty expulsion, a pressurized play, From a nozzle I burst, then vanish away. I can paint, I can cleanse, I can cool with a hiss, But hold me too close, and you'll get a wet kiss What am I?

I can either measure or govern but that the basic straight thing I can be