Fruits of My Labor

Planted the seed, tilled the land, now I'm holding, the fruits of my labor, in my hand. Worked two damn jobs, just to put a roof over my head. Back and feet hurt so much, from standing, I wanted to be dead. Keep going was a little voice, singing in my mind. While listening to the background yell out, its going to take some time. Lawd have mercy on my soul, sweet Jesus help me reach my goal. Saving all money, acting all funny, when people wanted my ends. No time for going out, it was more like see you latter my friend. I got a job to do, damn had I had two, only wanted to work one and there wasn't a second for fun. Cause I was planting seeds and tilling the land so I could hold on to the fruits of my labor and maybe serve dinner at my table one day, in my house that I held the deed too, and of course with my name on it. A brick front porch house, is what I envisioned but the banks said my fico score and credit history would make that decision. With years of employment at the same job with a decent salary. There wasn't a easy way to cut through all the formalities. Nothing in life is easy, if you want it, you got to work, you got to bust your ass. You got to plant some seeds, till the land. So you can hold on, to the fruits of your labor, in your hand. It took me a year to accomplish the unthinkable. Sacrificing me so I could be free, became more conceivable. 10/20/2009 was the closing date, I received keys that opened doors to my fate. It was all worth it, I would do it all over again, just to prove to my self. If I plant some seeds and then till the land. I can hold on to, the fruits of my labor, in my hand. Amen-Ra