A Black Man’s Writing about his nice BMW again. Riding in a Black Man’s Wish, to freely write about his nice BMW time and time again. Likely gunna’ quote Jay-Z like that’s his rapper friend. It’s just a car, and wordplay man…damn! Who are you better than? The man behind the words you published back then? Brighten up, Make a Wish, and get back to inspiring the clan.
November 30, 2018
I’m off the 1792, so listen up folks I got stories for you.
Newest Bourbon connoisseur to clarify with you.
Writing confusing thoughts under the influence of…
Driving my BMW, I purchased a muse,
Now I’m writing rhymes off the drinking I do.
I’d be a fool to ever drive under the influence of booze.
And asking why I ever spent the extra dollars on you.
46.3 percent…woulda’ puked taking a shots of you.
Once lost a vehicle under influences like you.
Then I got it right back—I got stories like mules.
Here’s where it’ll drive you uncool,
Lose fuel, then gas, break, and dip to the school…
The truth is, I was playing on those planes, ya’ll caught me in traffic.
Driving like a fool, fuck looking educated.
This is about my BMWs, and how these words can inspire a fool.
Not my writing, drunk off 1792,
And what a year for Kentucky, I hope the history reminds a Bucky.
Read the following rhymes; my simple drive from time to time.
It’ll show you what black I’ve glorified.
You beg to read why?
Originally planes, never really trains,
But often a car that infatuated me to drive insane.
….enough to be lightning any day.
After picking up that 1792, the rest would be up to a writing dude.
Said situation, when blissful in the light, the dark must shine so ever bright.
So the rust had to go; wire scrubbers, anti-copper seize, wash what’ll soon glow and bling.
The Black Effect revives respect, no more than how a few extra dolla’ bills can make an appeal.
The mid day fade of our Autumn’s Sun, created this canvas for my BMW pun.
M/// wheels for them to decide, but most are just looking, curious of black inside.
Their car reflecting off mine, wishing their’s still in its prime.
But I was once on the side of Highway 26 with a blown head gasket.
Never went back to pick it up, the world can have it.
The Elantra cruised to Vegas and back.
Later traded-in for the Black Effect appeal—like that…
Then a Bat-Mobile that I lost, soo wack…
Got a DUI after a Taco-Bell run,
They got me for a California roll, and gun!
What a night of bad decisions.
Five years later I bought a 540i for its speed and precision.
Drunkin’ words or drunkin’ verbs?
Sorry kids, I was drunk driving.
That’s a faction word.
Today, it’s my story of glory, so keep reading as it also intrigued me away from worries.
I once bought a Benz tho…. what a shit show.
The man charged me $433 for a basic ass stereo.
If it wasn’t cars it was something of a wishful star.
Now, about a December to remember.
After my 540i spun out of control, the following morning,
In mourning, I said goodbye to my father.
And prayed no one would bother.
Rear wheel driving up a Hilltop of glory ain’t ideal for Portland’s random snow and ice storming’s.
But there I was with no will to be had; in debt, the rear wheel axle fucked up and rims bent.
What’s worse, my insurance wasn’t 100 percent.
It’s why I drive my BMW as if that day is tomorrow.
December 15th, 2016—what a day I drowned in sorrow.
A Black Man’s wish, now his first BMW gone, like his father; fuck tomorrow.
I thought my Wars With GOD were bold;
Now my inspiration is the people, inspired by stories poetically told.
Today, driving up Caesar Chavez Boulevard, I witnessed a young lady walking on the sidewalk,
She was splashed by a minivan driving past her.
I said, “damn that minivan driving bastard…!”
Then slowed down so I wouldn’t either.
I was in MotorSport, so yeah mate, I then sped up unnecessarily faster.
She better had appreciated that, I’m not the average BMW that’s driving faster.
I’m a driver driven by what once nearly killed the driver.
Running from the things that’ll still kill the driver.
I drove my best friend’s car that far, because she didn’t respond faster.
What a suicidal disaster.
For years denial and today, laughter.
Anyways, on my drive home from this BMW photoshoot, I picked up that 1792.
To write with an influence over stories and truth.
Bourbon connoisseurs this one’s for you.
I found the driver so I hope this inspires a blogger or two….
Allow my stories be the Bridges you’ll read at ease.
Today, a bougie ass Bavarian Beast.
-Budd
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