Vindication.

[Prince Escobar]

Come and walk with me...
Shards of beads lay in rest in dirt
deserted shreds of shirts pepper Acacia branches awkwardly
flapping in the breeze, one's pocket releases the mark of the beast
a part of the deceased's memory, a target for the leach
the creature speaks in despising tones as i scan the crowd for a valiant speech
But the rally is defeated in the deafening quiet amongst the branches of trees
My sole witnesses to this unjust imprisonment
Yet i couldn't let them see me crack under the blows i was stricken with

"Is this nigger him?"
The inquiry was cast on ignorant ears
over the sounds brutal beatings of men and broken women in tears
as onlookers quivered in fear of their whips, driven in tiers
the question remained unanswered as a gaurd scanned my pass
Had i envisioned plans of a dash, the man by the door made that scam fail in a flash
He demanded again "Is this the nigger?" this time an answer met his call
"Mandela, that's the one" said the man by the door, in a western drawl
I was swept up, shackled like an animal by a man staring with a lonely smile
"You deserve what you get, nigger" and we set course to the Rivonia Trial

I sat imprisoned, eyes saw visions of my peers massacred in chilled blood
Coursing through the cold veins of the lions we face, the spills run
Under the magnified South African distilled sun i labored my sentence
a lifetime meant to be spent helpless to the struggle, sinners without repentance
rape and murder, take and purjor the land from the South Africans
Eminent domaintaining a grip on our culture, banishing natives never to go back again
dehumanizing and embarrasing the people, trading nature for your domesticity
forcing those who were here before you to bear marks identifying their ethnicity
and it is these tattered tags of apartheid that swamp the trees
the world community's ear goes deaf to these people's wants and pleads
Their cruelties haunt my dreams for years, i fear never seeing this plight's end
so i fight silently for equal rights to these white men
The trend of segregation is plaguing the land, African culture dissipates
Armed struggles ruin the land, the lambs are unable to unite and liberate
Im living fate, around me the walls of ignorance is heavy handedly being erected
without hope in sight of my incarceration ever being corrected..

I elected not to give in to their false promises by guilty pleading
the filthy leaches inhabiting the land sucked it dry skillfully bleeding
the life source of the region, mother Earth weeping for reperations
Support corps fought hard to fight off the Dutch and sought restoration
of the land of old, a South Africa out of the damaged hold
of oppressive foreigners only seeking to reap benefits of a land of gold
i'm standing cold, yet emboldened by the momentum of opposition
Struggled for 27 years in these steel tears, locked up in this prison
Reminiscing about the cause, praying for deliverance
and in the form of a crumbled government i was given it
Suffered African summers of labor, enslaved in torturish climate
trapped in the confines of living hell living on Robben Island
Till the day i was gifted with a second chance, and then my eyes glistened
my cell seperated and my prayers were answered by divine vision
Spirits lifted i was imprisoned for many days for so called sins of liberation
Now i stand before trees that only reach my knees..
and i see i've finally realized my vindication

[Spittfire]

this reminded me more of a poetry story than a rap verse but anyway. your visualse were very good, i could almost see every line like it was happening in front of me. the only thing like i said is that it was more like poetry so i had to struggle to follow were you were going with a couple lines.

i'll give you a 7/10

keep elevating

[Constance]

Come and walk with me...
Shards of beads lay in rest in dirt
deserted shreds of shirts pepper Acacia branches awkwardly
flapping in the breeze, one's pocket releases the mark of the beast
a part of the deceased's memory, a target for the leach
the creature speaks in despising tones as i scan the crowd for a valiant speech
But the rally is defeated in the deafening quiet amongst the branches of trees
My sole witnesses to this unjust imprisonment
Yet i couldn't let them see me crack under the blows i was stricken with

Alright I loved the Imagery in this piece and the usage of vocabulary fit very well with this story, your emotion was up to par with your imagery and your meta's were just as nice, maybe some wordplay would've topped it off but meh, i'm not a fan of seeing "the" 2 times in a row it tend to hender your flow and isn't lyrically needed and is really obselete.

"Is this nigger him?"
The inquiry was cast on ignorant ears
over the sounds brutal beatings of men and broken women in tears
as onlookers quivered in fear of their whips, driven in tiers
the question remained unanswered as a gaurd scanned my pass
Had i envisioned plans of a dash, the man by the door made that scam fail in a flash
He demanded again "Is this the nigger?" this time an answer met his call
"Mandela, that's the one" said the man by the door, in a western drawl
I was swept up, shackled like an animal by a man staring with a lonely smile
"You deserve what you get, nigger" and we set course to the Rivonia Trial

This part of your piece was really visionally stricken, you gave me a good concept of what was taking place, although your emotion and metaphors wasn't as strong in this piece as it was in the previous stanza.

I sat imprisoned, eyes saw visions of my peers massacred in chilled blood
Coursing through the cold veins of the lions we face, the spills run
Under the magnified South African distilled sun i labored my sentence
a lifetime meant to be spent helpless to the struggle, sinners without repentance
rape and murder, take and purjor the land from the South Africans
Eminent domaintaining a grip on our culture, banishing natives never to go back again
dehumanizing and embarrasing the people, trading nature for your domesticity
forcing those who were here before you to bear marks identifying their ethnicity
and it is these tattered tags of apartheid that swamp the trees
the world community's ear goes deaf to these people's wants and pleads
Their cruelties haunt my dreams for years, i fear never seeing this plight's end
so i fight silently for equal rights to these white men
The trend of segregation is plaguing the land, African culture dissipates
Armed struggles ruin the land, the lambs are unable to unite and liberate
Im living fate, around me the walls of ignorance is heavy handedly being erected
without hope in sight of my incarceration ever being corrected..

This was dope I like your imagery in this piece this time around your metas and emotion was off and on but more on during the first 8 lines then the emoton really kicked in around where the bolded area is and died down a bit and was replaced with great imagery around where I quoted "white man".

I elected not to give in to their false promises by guilty pleading
the filthy leaches inhabiting the land sucked it dry skillfully bleeding
the life source of the region, mother Earth weeping for reperations
Support corps fought hard to fight off the Dutch and sought restoration
of the land of old, a South Africa out of the damaged hold
of oppressive foreigners only seeking to reap benefits of a land of gold
i'm standing cold, yet emboldened by the momentum of opposition
Struggled for 27 years in these steel tears, locked up in this prison
Reminiscing about the cause, praying for deliverance
and in the form of a crumbled government i was given it
Suffered African summers of labor, enslaved in torturish climate
trapped in the confines of living hell living on Robben Island
Till the day i was gifted with a second chance, and then my eyes glistened
my cell seperated and my prayers were answered by divine vision
Spirits lifted i was imprisoned for many days for so called sins of liberation
Now i stand before trees that only reach my knees..
and i see i've finally realized my vindication

Yes this was one hell of a conclusion you really brought the emotion imagery ehh do I need to say more, man this was nice your wording with the vocabulary made this piece flow so wonderfully along with your patience usally people give away the whole story in there second stanza but you managed to hold it till the end and that shows great skill fam.

[Constance]

Please Leave Honest and Quality Feed On This Piece

[Chris Black]

Shame that this dope piece sits pages deep, under the swarms of garbage, with only 2 replies.

OMHOF, homie.

[Spoken]

nothing i need to say but DOPE.

you did farewell man nice shit real quality.
OMHOF

[A.J]

HOF fo sho.

dope verse man. shit im still trippin on it. lol

[Brandon Cee]

If I say NIGGER in a OM, I am banned for sure lol j/p. Dope shit Esco.

The whole idea was just fuckin out of nowhere, well not completely, but like I never expected this side from you really. Very coherent piece. It all fit together very nicely and for it being such a length, you kept up the interest as well. the "I sat imprisoned..." section was the dopest part in this piece. Overall, you are a very good writer, sorry it's taken me a while to realzie, you've got the talent bro. Nice shit here. Definitely in my mind to nom this shot for HoF, but I'll ponder it some more. Cool shit.

If you can...hit up this collab....
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...el-332582.html