5. Gung-Ho

Steve Cyning:
No sweet secret I was digging your roots.
What's good. Now look at that ***, yeah you good.
Sipping drinks, one thing, too much of liquor.
Still driving your own shit. Yeah, she a keeper.
A diva. Not only your features, but the way that you speak-ah.
A pleasure to meet ya. I be taking ya home.
Speak on the phone. Love poems. Hushed tones.
A losing bet made me making you dinner.
The queen that I want has a thing like a king.
Lioness, just short of halo and wings.
The way we connect is like Erasmus to Rotterdam.
I lend you my jacket to be sure I saw you back again.
Back again, introducing that Wu-Wear.
Reciting that C.R.E.A.M. at the Britain near Beurs square.
For those who weren't there, that was my girl:
Quietly shopping and still rocking my world. Eyo.

Now that star's out of reach: Disappearing in the distance.
It's orange breeze runs a shiver down my spine.
Memories like mirrors in a prison. Visions.
Reflecting on your love and the day that it was mine.
Our little piece of heaven. Still remember how it felt:
Warm bedsheets. The place where lucifer fell.
From heaven to hell, got to admit that I was wrong:
Truth in what they tell; you don't miss it till it's gone.

I did you wrong because I was f^&#@* up lost.
We never did a war-tour that wasn't your lingo.
Gung-ho you threatened me single.
You was right, so I couldn't be angry with you. Your eyes,
the gunslingers at high noon.
Silence more worse than a typhoon.
I do love you, but do understand;
all we went through is what made me a man.
Your message so brutal, delivery was kind.
What hurts is that it's true and all ya said was right.
But while you was chasing dreams I wasn't merely watching.
I took you in my arms so you could touch it.
Every time you suffered I took you to that star
to re-enlight the fire that was dancing in your heart.
Dancing was your heart and thus it wasn't mine.
Dancing was your star, a dream. Yeah, she was mine.

Now that star's out of reach. Disappearing in the distance.
Many other stars are appearing in the sky.
Memories like mirrors in a prison. Visions.
Maybe it's a sign. I should use it as a guide.
Use it as a guide, cuz the stars will align.
And when they do, they will show me the truth. It's a truce.
It's a sign of good things to come.
Maybe one step back, but never back to square one.