BE HAPPY— (part 1)

Its dawn, I have a purple Shovelhead, buddy Tekashi is grinning like a man who knew more than he’d ever say...  tearing through the city like a couple of acid-fueled road warriors from a time no one remembered, but everyone still felt. Everything buzzed with it—the engines, the colors, the laughter in the air. The kind of day where reality bends just enough to let you slip into another world. Freedom, a touch of reckless and wild, a day that demanded you throw your middle finger up and grin at the absurdity of it all. Yeah, BE HAPPY—it was the only thing that made sense.