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.
Newly Bourbon connoisseur to clarify with you.
Wrote confusing thoughts under the influence of you.
By driving my BMW inspiring me to purchase you,
Here I’m writing rhymes off the drinking I do.
I’d be a fool to ever drive under an influence of booze.
Got home thinking why I spent the extra few on you.
46.3 percent…woulda’ puked taking a shot of you.
Once lost a vehicle under influences like you.
Then I got it right back—I got stories like tools…
Puzzled, but I configured them beside my journey’s 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,
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.
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 drives up a Hilltop of glory aren’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 passed 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, it’s a bougie ass Bavarian Beast.
-Budd
This Is Where BuddWrites 
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