Lyrics Honor's Promise (Alternate Take) - Wisemen

If it was a million and one people, and I can only help a million
All I would think about is the one I couldn't help, man
Speak to me, man

Ayo, the news hit my eardrum, the slums we came up in
Oakdale, smoke the Crooklyn Dodger weed within
Slangin stolen tapes and swollen bags
Sipping brew, after-hours, cheating on tests, we made the honors
Honest on the block, we'd sic that Rottweilers on them
Flaunted for bitches up in French class, wrote rhymes on note pads
Fronting like we pushed the newest Benz class
Bent fast on the gridiron while you was rifling shots
Quick stop spots, was the last time I'd see you
I gave you a dap inside the last dream I'll see you
I still peep you, talking fast and hustling cream
Chasing knowledge, the last plateau you set your feet
Teach a lesson, it's a blessing a mu'fuckas gone
What went wrong? Is a constant song sung where I'm from
Your land is promised, you living better than us, honest
It's gorgeous to see your soul resting in honor

I was conceived in the foxhole, plenty of wolves
Alligator on my chest, see my face in the moon
I took AK grammar quote, one man platoon
Strategize third eye will lift brass spoons
Racoon hats soon, plus Nia in my room
Give a gold kiss, my future bright like UFO bliss
I hand you my page, could you feel my drift
My heart is steel mine stiff, diamond cave rich
Langston Hughes, intrusion poet at heart
Flowing like shark fins that glow in the dark
You can't miss me,
Sipping Mississippi Masala down in Dixie
My bitch's prissy, keep the pussy pretty
My life is a square with all left turns
If you step in my direction, it's your essence that burns
I'm a man of many hats, black hoodies, no furs
A tangled web of razor sharp thoughts travel in herds

You know that type B, scrambling the night streets
Cherished riches, made killers before they're nineteen
I'm from the D and this is how we eat and
No matter what, you run it or rock beats man
It's Hell where we sleep, have slept, dealt the boldest hand
Yet we stand, some gone, where does the pain come from
Miffed by the floor show, lights shine too bright
I need silence in the courtroom, it's Fortune Five Hundred
Time's coming, but I ain't buying groceries with a bridge
Thinking big, fuck a chain and a bracelet
It's bank slips no great shit
Got two pits they don't play shit
Be the ignoramus, catch five from the stainless
Fuck rap, all I hear is the same shit
Commercialised rap guys with a lame grip
Too lazy to create shit
I'm outer space with this rap style amazing
Evaporate your 'Liquid Swords', inhale a great wind
With an approach that was only known to cavemen
Get a slayed man, or have it where you're spaced in