[Verse 1] King says “Balaam Name your price” “Come on over Curse 'em twice” Bag of silver Gleam of greed Prophet for hire on a rented steed He opens his mouth Breath locked and stuck Words flip over like a holy truck “May they prosper May they rise” Blessings pouring out in front of shocked eyes (hey!) [Chorus] Freelance prophet blues Tryna twist God's words You lose Every curse you load He rewrites the tune Blessing breaking through Yeah The truth gets the last move Freelance prophet blues in the afternoon [Verse 2] Saddle on the donkey Early ride Head full of invoices Pride And pride He can’t see the angel Sword in hand But the donkey slams the brakes on in the sand Off in a field Balaam’s mad Beats that donkey like he’s gone bad Crushed his foot on a vineyard wall “Why you doing this?” as he starts to bawl [Chorus] Freelance prophet blues Tryna twist God's words You lose Every curse you load He rewrites the tune Blessing breaking through Yeah The truth gets the last move Freelance prophet blues in the afternoon [Bridge] [Drums drop Claps and bass] Donkey says “Dude… can we talk?” “I’ve carried you your whole sidewalk” “Have I ever done you like this before?” (uh-uh) And Balaam snaps “You’re making me look dumb!” Argues with a donkey Feeling numb Then his eyes light up with the angel’s roar [Band slams back in] “I would’ve cut you down right here But your stubborn mule still steered you clear” Mercy riding on four muddy feet Prophet humbled in the dusty heat (oh yeah) [Chorus] Freelance prophet blues Tryna twist God's words You lose Every curse you load He rewrites the tune Blessing breaking through Yeah The truth gets the last move Freelance prophet blues in the afternoon [Outro] So if you think you can bend His call Remember Balaam arguing with his stall God can make a donkey sing the news About the freelance prophet blues
