Hey, love
"What would you do for me if I was to say I want us to participate in death? What would be your response?
What would bind us together, more than bullets and dead bodies? Would you be my ryde or die? Or my demise? Since the first day we met, I could sense you would do anything for me? And, when we made love, I could tell that our love is definite and we would defeat the world. But, in my struggles I'm looking for a lick, my pockets are holy, and my need for cash, is more louder than my stomach, plus mouths to feed and the list goes on. So, my love I cock upon a scheme to make some cash, and requires some guns, and brutality. My question is, will you ryde with me? Will you do whatever's necessary to make my dreams come true, or convince me there's another way? Now, in my moment of truth, while I got this pistol ready to bust, and death is eminent, will you ryde for me, or will you turn on me? Will your undying love and loyalty, stand the taste of time, regardless of the consequences? Cause without you, there's no way I could survive. My question is will you ryde for me?"
©gazeldeas
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