Pick your gauntlet: No more regrets.

Lying in paradise, smoking black horse cigarette,

But it was just a dream, I have some regret.

The dream never came true, but come home I'm cooking porridge millet,

The Tommorow never came or bru, but atleast we  escaped even with empty wallet.

I trust you, never smuggled or killed but you gambled with all the fortune, 

I trust you, never ran or bluffed but I gambled with my life for all the sin.

But let's make this a beginning not a regret,

Flirting with my brown eyes, like a nymphet.

Just come home now, no more bargain in soul market,

I am serving dinner, take a seat and pick your gauntlet.