Lambo

Look. Yellow Lambo screaming down boulevard. Engine talking realness like a living heart. From bus stops dreaming ‘bout a foreign ride. Now I push start, watch it fade divide. Scissors doors up, I’m spreading wings. From broken pockets to designer things. Used to count coins, now I count respect. Every mile driven is a life I protect. Midnight glow on a carbon frame. Streetlights flash when they hear my name. Foot on gas, hear the V12 cry. Success so loud, make the fake one shy. Dashboard lit like a policy. Adrenaline rush every time we meet. I don’t drive slow, I skate my path. Every red light turn green. When I passed. Used to draw Lambos in my School notebook. Teacher said “focus,” But I never shook. Now reality parked in the Driveway clean. Hard work turned fantasy to a scene. Matte black body like a silent knight. Roaring through the city in the neon night. They see the car, but they don’t see grind. All the dark days racing in my mind. No keys needed, just a button spark. Like igniting hope in the deepest dark. From zero horsepower in my life. To a thousand dreams cutting like a knife. Mirrors show the man I became. Hunger still burning like engine flame. Lambo fast, but my vision faster. Turn every setback to a master. Look. Look.