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First off...come correct! Take off your shoes, sit down, grab a drink, and enjoy yourself...

Speak your mind..in a respectful tone...I am royalty you see...my father...he's a king. Jesus Chirst, "King of the Jews"..."The Prince of Thieves"...if these are what you call him..then I must be from a royal line..

Right now my crown's jus hidin' under tha 59/50..fittin' tight..



I'm a father trying to do right by my son.. Mr. Jayden Malachi aka "The Profit".

Finished up the second stage of my education at Berea College...a small, but well accredited, liberal arts school in Berea, KY. Soon to get on that Masters at University of Louisville.

For the past two years, I been living in Louisville, Kentucky. I am currently employed by Brooklawn Children and Family Services. I work in the family based services division, Therapeutic Child Support to be exact. I get the satisfaction of serving children and families in need. I enjoy the nature of my work and strongly feel that the best investment we can make as individuals is to better the quality of life for those around us.

I'm, for once, just ready to go where HE leads me...



What else to say?

I'm a country boy from North Carolina...come complete with accent and all!! Second to my savior comes my family. In close third...my friends. I don't have many..but the ones I do have...I wouldn't trade in for all of Tom's.

If you really want to get to know me...get at me!!



There is no such thing as 'part-Cherokee.' Either you're Cherokee or you're not. It isn't the quantity of Cherokee blood in your veins that is important, but the quality of it . . . your pride in it. I have seen full-bloods who have virtually no idea of the great legacy entrusted to their care. Yet, I have seen people with as little as 1/500th blood who inspire the spirits of their ancestors because they make being Cherokee a proud part of their everyday life." Jim Pell: Principal Chief of the North Alabama Cherokee Tribe



To my FATHER, Lord God

As I face the way of the morning sun, I feel your warmth upon my cheek.
It is in that moment that I understand the magnitude of your daily endeavors.
Long ago it was, they joined you to sacred wood and since then you have died each day.
You breathe into me the same air that sets waves in great seas into motion.
I begin to understand your omnipotent way.
You crafted my people from the clay beneath your feet, touched our lips to give us life.
We were made in your image so that we may see your beauty in our diversity.
I hear your heartbeat in the thunder and feel your embrace in the rain.
You encompass me like the tall grass we dance down to make way for celebration.
I am blanketed in your comfort like the snow laden trees of winter's days.
I sing to you an old song of embrace and reach out to the corners of creation.





A message to my people before it is too late:

It is in the hours of our greatest struggles that we make our greatest strides. Faced by adversity we become self motivated to fulfill a prophecy of success. We, in our time, stride forward in great bounds. We realize our true potential in the hour of defiance. Why do we sit content until we realize we have reached this grand juncture? Why are we so compelled to merely be? It's those who can capitalize on their potential without the catalyst of defeat who find success. Move your feet! Make a difference! Show the world your true potential without anyone having to ask to see! Put forth effort before you cease to be!!