Rodney N. Buford
#133881
Riverbend Maximum Security Institution
Unit 6 - B - 114
7475 Cockrill Bend Boulevard
Nashville, TN 37209-1048
Nickname: Rahim
Age: 36
DOB: 02/10/1971
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Race: Black
Religion: Universal
Family Contact: Yes
Job / Profession: Barber / Children Advocate
Cell Mate: Yes
Custody Date: 05/05/1989
Offences: Felony Murder
Robbery (6 counts)
Sentence: Life + 20 years @ 30%
Earliest Release Date:
12/21/2017
Earliest Release Type: PAROLE ELIGIBILITY DATE
Parole Hearing Date: 12/2017
Parole Hearing Type: INITIAL RELEASE APPEARANCE
Parole Eligibility Date: 12/21/2017
Conditional Release Date: NONE
Maximum Expiration Date: LIFE
Page Listed: 06/25/2006
Page Updated: 02/06/2007
Seeking: Female / Male / Friends / Open To All / Legal
Sexual Preference: Straight / Don't Care
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Hobbies: Writing, Poetry, Reading, Yoga, Mediation, Lecturing, and Community Building. Rap, R&B, (hip hop), including Singing.
Dreams and/or Wishes: Incorporate (non-profit) Unheard Voices Organization; Get a degree in Sociology; Unify my family; Become the first Hip-Hop Minister; Write a book.
A bit about yourself you'd like the pen pals to know: I am real. I believe in The Source (GOD). Honesty and Integrity is spiritually important to me. Freedom, Justice, and Equality are principles that I strive to make real. I am single. I love life and enjoy people. I believe in change, especially in culture. Love is sacred; women and children are sacred. Seasoned women appeal to me and age isn't a factor. My mind, body, and soul is ONE. I believe in reincarnation. I am a student of knowledge. I challenge ignorance. I don't believe in death. I am interested in the power of the mind. I will fight against injustice on every level. Life (Learning Inspired for Evolution) is my religion. I don't believe in limitations. I will be released from prison, but I am already free. Truth does exist. My offense (Murder) was an accident and I am contrite. I will freely respond to all questions and provide documentation. I am physically fit, toned (muscles), and pure grown man.
WHO AM I
Who am I?
Society doesn't seem to know,
Representing the Unheard Voices, my name is Rahjahloe'
You see us in the "now" our prison condition,
Blind to the facts of our mental afflictions;
Past decisions made before our 15 second / mindless / crime spree / felony convictions
The money, the honeys, the madness, / materialistic sadness;
Thirteen brother's / four sister's seriously drastic.
Who am I, Who am I?
Choking in poverty,
the pain runs deep, you see
And only as a courtesy "yes", we smoke and drink Hennessey, try being raised in a dysfunctional
family.
Momma's baby, Daddy's maybe, we talking real life Rosemary's Baby.
Who am I, Who am I?
My eyes, my ears, my peers; no difference, 5, 10, 15 to 30 years in prison.
Environmental voices in me, our life and death choices to be, anger and stress forcing me, Public
defender coercing me, my family and friends divorcing me.
Crying shame, born with crime in my veins, don't know my real name; can you feel this freedom campaign?
Who am I, Who am I?
No tears, no fear, "we cry truth", feeling the reality hell, "hurts", stealing our youth!
So if yu hear me hissing, don't judge, just listen: Momma didn't explain why my pops is missing.
Chaos my religion, characteristics, robbing/stealing, I'm just expressing my Hip-Hop feelings,
but still begging for a new beginning.
Who am I, Who am I?
Africa or England, of which do I claim "Mother Land"?
America The Beautiful, America The Great,
America, America, America, It's not too late.
Who am I? Who am I? I am You!
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Who Is She
When in the beginning, Affinity.
Like an exotic flower, she attracts my senses, such tantalizing beauty.
Her scent intoxicates me, a rare fragrance emanating from her petals.
The exquisite taste of her nectar, instant addiction.
She is that feeling induced by my favorite song, elation.
As with rays from the sun, her presence illuminates all within her sphere.
Hypnotic is the effect of her beauty, like a stunning array of rainbow colors.
To know her is to have a best friend and a lover, pure ecstasy.
When moved by her sensual touch, genuine passion is my reality.
United with her, I am whole, without her, I am melancholy.
She is not she, as in gender, although she is innocent as a girl, and feminine as a lady.
He is found in she, because her presence compasses the world.
She is all that came to mind while you read across these lines, a little bit of time.
She is who and what she is, and what she is not, she will never be. . .
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Deepest Friends & Lovers
I'm sure you have some friends who are dearer than me.
It's only because I am not yet free.
My loving will take you places where you really want to be.
The passion of mind, body, and soul, what a sight to see!
If only you could believe, the rest of our lives, joy, and peace.
The fullness of my feelings, a test that I must confess.
For if you knew, not much rest, all night long, you deserve the best!
Deprived of good loving and decades old fantasies, us two together, imagine the reality.
Maybe I'm old fashion, a dreamer, but when in your presence, I'm true believer. . .
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Lethal Injection
They force me to my grave.
Liquid shots of death in my veins,
in vain, and without shame,
they kill my name,
and for what,
it's the game.
The chains
ill fame,
the game's over.
One hour left and still a Souljah.
Deathwatch,
the time is near.
It's all so clear,
legal crucifixion (you hear)!
Forget fear strap on the gear,
It's my last year but these ain't my peers.
The judgment made,
many years ago,
they sentenced me to die;
So why cry,
I will still fry.
Then fly and will continue to deny
until my body is drained dry,
they lie!
Hold up
"wait a minute",
its not the same man you're killing.
Try feeling,
hell bent and willing,
soul stealing,
like we forget your beginning,
400 years plus and countless millions.
Non fiction,
excuse my diction,
I sense affliction,
Someone is about to come up missing.
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To Be A Sacrifice
To live, fee, kill, and steal for others.
Not the few, just you, but the many, them.
Because you have the Soul, they must receive.
It's your work, not a job, the best of your heart.
You have Spiritual strength, they will struggle with flesh.
Why me (you), why not me?
Because they want to be free.
They are blind, but you can see.
It's just your destiny.
Joy like no other,
To give to your sister's and brother's.
To Be A Sacrifice
**Please note that prisoners cannot respond to e-mail via computer so if you want a response you must include your name and mailing address. Inmates do not have access to internet or email.**
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