omega

check it, one two... YAH

omega comin' through... YAH

streets talkin'? let em speak... YAH

watch the weak get deleted... YAH!

 

sun cracks pavement, rosecrans hums low

same corner store where young dreams turn to ghost notes

some caught static about some faded nike ticks

now his mamas window holds a fist sized crucifix

click clack aint no lego brick, this glock work quick

leave your frame leakin' where the bus stop bricks sit

cops just cruise past, sirens on mute

another chalk outline scuffin' fresh air force roots

we aint pawns, zawg this chessboard got teeth

king me quick or get took off the street sheet

no participation, just permanent ink

tattoo your missteps where the whole block can think

baptized in bleach, still the stain wont lift

this aint soulless, its soul / less, the gift got stripped

 

WHERE YOU FROM?

FUCK YOU CLAIMIN'?

GRANDMAS PORCH STILL SMELL LIKE BURNIN' TRAININ'?

THIS OMEGA GROUND I WALK IT

 

forget participation trophies, here, participation costs

that cheap chrome .22 jammed thats your life lost

not concrete jungle nah, call it glass and gravel park

where playground laughs get sliced by midnight bark

saw jamal tryna barter pills for pampers pack

while county choppers circle like the skys on crack

this flow aint forced, its forced entry, kick the door

leave your wack rhymes slumped behind the liquor store

no maggots here just cold, hard absence

where should've beens rot behind chain link fences

my wordplay think rusty pipe to temple contact

not clever, necessary, keep the vultures back tracked

they adapt to crime? we adapt to silence

the kind that screams when the blue lights bounce off violence

no acid tongue just truth spit raw and jagged

cuts deeper than a badge on a power mad kid

this aint poetry weepin' its a war report

filed live from the front where the good news got shorted

 

think you built different? let your skeleton talk

beneath this dirt where forgotten sneakers walk

no metaphors needed when the pavement breathes

the realest shit aint scribbled, its what the curbside sees

omega aint a name its the last sound made

before the click, before the fade...

 

WHERE YOU FROM?!

FUCK YOUR SET

GRANDMAS STEPS GOT BULLET HOLES YET?

THIS OMEGA GROUND I OWN IT