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 a story for you. Yes, a newly Bourbon connoisseur to clarify with you.
Wrote a lot of confusing thoughts under the influence of you.
Drove my nice BMW with intentions of never purchasing you.
I’d be a fool to ever drive under the influence of booze.
….got home thinking why I spent the extra few on you.
46.3 percent I woulda’ puked taking a shot of you.
Once lost a vehicle under influences like you.
But then I got it right back, so that’s the story I got for you…
If you know the history behind the man of mystery, then it’s a lot of configuring of an untold story.
Unfolding so hold the thought, be still, don’t worry.
The truth is, I was playing on those planes, ya’ll caught me in traffic.
Ya’ll fly too?? I woulda’ asked him, “they do this to you too?”
But this is about my nice BMW, and how these words can inspire you.
Not my writing, drunk off 1792.
But what a year for Kentucky, I hope the history reminds a few.
Read the following rhymes; my simple drive from time to time. It’ll show you what black I’ve glorified.
Again, it’s simple. You’ll soon read why.
Originally planes, never really trains, but often a car, that infatuated my desires to drive this far.
….enough to be lightning any day. After picking up that 1792, I knew the rest would be up to you.
Said situation, when blissful in the light, the dark must shine so ever bright.
And so, the rust had to go; wire scrubbers, anti-copper seize, wash what will soon again glow.
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 Sun, created this canvas for my Black BMW pun.
M/// wheels for them to decide, but most are just looking; curious of black inside. Their car reflecting on mine, wishing theirs still in its prime.
But I was there 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 drove well and cruised to Vegas and back. Later traded-in for the Black Effect appeal. Like that…
The Bat-Mobile’s story ended after a night of bad decisions. Five years later I bought a 540i for its speed and precision.
The decision, told by my 1792 influence. Yet budgeted like college, and my 2am Taco-Bell DUI that screwed me, I nearly gave up seeking knowledge.
Drunkin’ words or drunkin’ verbs?
Sorry kids, I was drunk driving. That’s a faction word.
But today it’s my story of glory, so keep reading as it also intrigued me away from my past worry.
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 far. Subtle enough I hesitated to publish this post.
Thinking I’d be doing the most.
Uncertain as a distant star…But obviously I’m publishing it so far…
Now, about a December to remember.
After my 540i spun out of control, the following morning, in mourning, I had to say goodbye to my father. I prayed no one would bother.
Rear wheel drive BMWs up a Hilltop of glory, not ideal for Portland’s random snow and ice storming’s.
But there I was and no will to be had, in debt, the rear wheel axle fucked up, rims bent, and worse my insurance wasn’t 100 percent.
That’s why I drive my BMW as if that day is tomorrow.
A December to remember.
December 14th, 2016 was a day I drowned in sorrow.
A Black Man’s wish. But now his first BMW gone, like his father, so fuck tomorrow.
I thought my Wars With GOD were bold; but my inspiration is the people, inspired by stories well told.
Today, driving up Caesar Chavez Boulevard, I witnessed a young lady walking on the sidewalk, splashed by a minivan driving passed her.
I said, “damn that minivan driving bastard…!”
So, I slowed down so I wouldn’t splash her either.
I was in MotorSport, so yeah mate, I then speed up unnecessarily faster.
She better had appreciated that, because I’m not the average BMW that’s driving faster.
More like a driver driven by the things that once nearly drove and killed the driver.
Running from the things that I think can 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 some 1792.
To laugh and have an influence over the story I share with you.
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 read at ease.
Today, that bridge is a bougie ass Bavarian Beast.