Ride Or Die Poem by Raimi Babatunde

I could buy you the pride of Bel Air.
As a token of my love for you.
Take you on a ride on the Azzam Yatch.
That fit for only the nobles.

Shall we rent and fly luxuriously on the B747-8 aircraft or the B-2 Spirit?
As we take a trip to San Jose Island?
Then have a drink with toucans, iguanas, deer and wild boars?

Do you know the 59-carot Pink Rose will sit well on your neck?
It is the costliest ornament in the world.
As I carry you in a Bugatti La Voiture Noire
The world's most expensive ride
I'll sing from Anita Baker's album.

How would you love a Leonardo's 15th century painting of Jesus Christ?
That sitting on your wall could buy you money.
Or shall we sit on bottles of Mexico's Ley 925 tequilo?
I call it, the Diamond Sterling.
All these means nothing to what loving you means to me.

You are my ride or die, my heroine, my joy.
If loving you was a crime, I don't wanna be right.
You abandoned everything, and made me your everything.
Wait till you hear the sound of my voice.
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