The Road Never Used.

The Road Never Used

Delante Johnson
Los Angeles California

It’s tougher to say..
How I would suffer the praise,
Of a color engraved; This covenant plagued
My black brothers who slaved, on the corners
Going undiscovered and slain.

I remember when..

I was flushed from within..
Broken nose, black eyes, dried blood on my chin.
Aching muscles and bruises; I was itching to cure..
I couldn’t see, it’s hard to breathe from the kicking endured.
The crowd of men back off; A scary evening..
Ends with a blur of shadows and heavy breathing.
I get up wearily and stand on my own..
Now there’s no way out, and my plan was unknown.

A foggy night..

The hood covers my eyes..
Passenger seat, low rider, glock tucked on my side.
My colors bleed brotherhood; The next second, I dread..
Easing on the gas pedal, I wipe the sweat from my head.
Hittin` up one of their spots; No grievance was shown..
The biggest mistake these two made, was being alone.
We pull up, I pull out– Directed and aimed..
The bullets creating art; Perfecting their frame..
They collapse like propped dummies; Behind the door..
Watching as their chest spilled what I’ll be dying for.
A mere color; Those minutes felt like hours have passed..
We speed off; Thinking we have the power at last.

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See I was a coward, in fact; Heavily sporting the blame
Because I didn’t have an option..I was born in a gang
Generations of hatred; I’d rather plummet in silence
Cause` my pride wouldn’t ever let me stomach the violence
No educational settings; Dealt with the foolishness, able..
To do anything as long as I put food on the table
I was trapped in this life; My friends, the ignorance killed them
The karma came back fast from the innocent victims
Paranoia sets in...hoping I’d live when I’m older,
Never too comfortable when I have a chip on my shoulder
I need help...but too scared, and my shamefulness leaks
Passing ripped posters saying “END GANGS”on the street
I should’ve spoke up...but my entire appearance was antsy
To get out...but more than my life, I was fearing my family

Later that night..

Stepping out for a quick bite...couldn’t hope for more
The hunger pains sends me to a local store
I was skeptical...nothing awkward would often erupt
But my lack of thought made me not cautious enough
Deli sub in one hand...my heart was softened, relaxed
Pushing the door to leave, but never ever watching my back
Never seeing them both...suddenly swarmed and attacked
What goes around, comes around..and the karma’s intact
I was haunted and trapped; Forced to swallow the threats
Gun shots going off, four shots to the chest..
I was dead; I tried to fight, but the innocence indeed
Died a long time ago, when the ignorance killed me

The Road Never Used..

Was the road to get out.

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=327846

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this whole piece i was feeling alot. good drop, bro.... the multi's were nice. definitely put a flow to it... the imagery was wicked. and had me thinking about the hard times.

See I was a coward, in fact; Heavily sporting the blame
Because I didn’t have an option..I was born in a gang
Generations of hatred; I’d rather plummet in silence
Cause` my pride wouldn’t ever let me stomach the violence
^dope. i was feelin this.. 4 sure


I was skeptical...nothing awkward would often erupt
But my lack of thought made me not cautious enough
^this, too.. nice work, bro...



i enjoyed reading this... and this definitely deserves the respect..

ha pretty good.some bars flow like naz
this seems like a different write from your usual,not that ive read much of ur oms.but this had more of a text feel rather than an audio,what with the formating and all
and imagery was solid.... i liked some of the rhymes , some stayed a bit basic for too long.but w/e........


and was this bar meant to rhyme with anything


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See I was a coward, in fact; Heavily sporting the blame
Because I didn’t have an option..I was born in a gang

totaly differebt word soundings no matter what the accent used.....
the piece had a good forward movement to it..
coolish sort of storyline , not too exclusive or anytjhing.but def a nice write,


n im out

Dude your writing style is very unique and impressive, your flow was great and i liked the topic as well, I saw your drops being nominated and its no wonder why you obviously never seem to let your readers down, this was just such a refreshing read the imagery was vivid and it had a twist as well just great aspects of a dope piece which is what this was I mean your creativity is beyond a vase majority of other heads on any site...I know you'll keep writing, just keep dropping dope...



And I have a new piece I'll give you a link in a bit.

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show....php?p=5539700

Supreme Justice

nice piece nique.. your flow is amazing and story telling is amazing.. your very consistent.. this is just another piece to add to the tons your have that are greatly written.. overall nice piece and very interesting story

not usaly my peice to read... but the story telling of it was catchy... Most notable, its vived... You can almost picture everything as it happens...
Pushing the door to leave, but never ever watching my back
Never seeing them both...suddenly swarmed and attacked
I liked dat one...

I liked how the peice made you seem more human... most people drops that make them look better, this one was more humbeling... 9/10... Ill look for more of your work...one

LOL @ everyone calling Nique dude and bro...she is a girl fucktards

Nique, girl I hate you :)

Once again you've found a wonderful way to portray a scene and really put an image with the words you're writing. You flow, as always, was impressive. The story here was somewhat cliche, but that's not necessarily bad if you know what you're doing, and hey, you do. Great wording, vocab was wonderful, but in all honesty, this wasn't one of your better pieces, stil la great read nonetheless....good job Nique.

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=328139
hit it ^

The imagery and rhyming was real nice. I like the concept and it was creative. The title fit this well and i could feel the emotion you must have put into this. Keep it up.