Ride or Die? Dye!
You care when it is colourful, You are there when the sun shines, You smile at the rainbows. Colour. Collar. Dollar. You are a ride or dye. You show up during the day, You never break the door to rescue her soul, You never stretch your arm to pull her. Flair. Flower. Flights. You are a ride or dye. When darkness covers her world, you hide. When rain hits her spirit, you vacate. When stones fall on her pulse, you turn. Run. Pan. Gun. You are a ride or dye. When she calls your name, silence. When she hold your hands, sirens, When she is fading off, sightless. Desistance. Resistance. Distance. You are a ride or dye. You ride only when there is dance, You ride when diamonds are in the stash, You ride a way from the mud patch, You hide when the die calls for your touch, Ride or die? Not really, you are there for the dye.