One Mile Profile

On scales of 1 to 10
Black man, clean cut, brown cinnamon.
This Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall,
now look at me I’m winning again.
Though great was the fall.
It feels so good to be loved.
To bad I’m shoved and rejected like
an expired antiseptic useless and
any other name you want to
call down the list.
Yet I persist on pressing on.
This Young buck got grown.
My fruits will be shown.
It’s like I’m straight but bent.
I like dollars bills but I’ll take cents.
I’m pressed with wrinkles.
I got chills yet I sweat.
I come in peace but seen as a threat.
I’m solid but cracked like
egg without yellow yoke with
holes in Levi pockets so you know he’s broke.
Or is he, richer than rich in his mindly, souly, and bodily.
My Country Tis of thee, 
didn't plant this in me.
I fought against my past now I’m in 2004 infantry.
Give me one whole solid chain unity.
I seek for people with high goals like me…
rising faith to see nothing but,
airwaves of success.
With no guns no fear just bare chest.
Every tick of every second I’m blessed.
Being a single buffalo soldier was kind of hard to digest and I
could’ve gave up long time ago, 
I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO BE POOR NO MORE.
I know deep down these nights of prayer ain’t for nothing and
these sacrifices I’ve made got to be for something.
The money I took out of piggly wiggly wasn’t bluffing.
Investment was a fish bone to swallow,
Cause I didn’t have much to spend for tomorrow but my
heart was never hollow.
I see the golden road, ease on down, who wants to follow.
The path is lit, this is it, no wavering, my code name 24, 7, night and day.
LET’S GO!
                                                                        2004© Allen E. James/ The Cheff