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.
.
.
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.