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My Black Truck,

Man I gotta tell you that I LOVE MY TRUCK!!

My truck is so nice, so me, so smooth. That Black paint shining in the sun, the way it looks parked with the roof open, the rims so banging, damn they sit high. Man I love my truck,I love sitting in traffic in that truck. I love the way it sounds, ‘70s music as fading in the background, the smell of Black ‘N Mild's in the air. I love how I can lean in my ride, while at the same time fly by, everyone around here knows “The Truck” , My truck is so cool that it has a name “Niko”, Niko is my dude, more times than not, that’s my wingman. Niko knows all my secrets, he’s seen things, he’s helped me get some things done. My truck is so unlike my car, my car is a “beater”, it NEVER get’s cleaned, rarely gets washed, has dents, even got in a wreck. My car fought a garage and barely won. My cars sees my truck and cries, while my truck just looks at the car and laughs.

I’ve come to the conclusion that you can do just about anything in a truck and when you have a truck you’re always the guy people call. ‘Cause everybody knows they’ve gotta have a friend with a truck “just in case”. But everyone knows that I have a strict “no scratch/dent” policy on my truck, I won’t help you move a feather in my truck if I think it’ll leave a scratch. I’d rather stuff a 3-Bedroom house into my car(and trust me it can do it). Sadly, I must admit that my truck shows just how selfish I really am. My truck exposes that one fault about me. NO ONE drives my truck but me, you can’t turn the station, you have to sit with the seat in the position that I placed it, don’t touch the vents, I control the windows and the sunroof, you have to keep your shoes on, no eating/drinking, no smoking(only Blacks)…and that’s just a few of the rules, LOL. Screw talking about it, I’m outta here…Me & Nikko got some things to do..

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