Life to My Enemies (feat. Jeremiah Bligen & IV Conerly)

1: Jeremiah Bligen] Son of promise, my people been called to the Most High And loved even though I had a yoke tied Suffocated by the weight of my presence Those whips drove deep, see a parade's in session, He Came a mighty long way from the slave trade Had a dream of brothers enslaved to the same state Punched in a hole and betrayed like a school lunch Dove down on me, now I'm clean like a new cut Lied on and behind bars, you devise Wicked to demise but I rise up, now it's day I'm empowered with the same faces that preyed on me Looking at me, needing plenty grace, and I'm contemplating Do I pull a rug from under these rats? That's a pickle, 'cause my Tommy gun got a couple heads for these cats Bring it back, let the Spirit that Kept me well in prison, ran a tab for me with forgiveness Have mercy You are so hateful and spiteful but I won't return you the same stuff 'Cause Jesus came down in humility so that I can make my way up Life to my enemies, it's life to my Life to my enemies, life to my I was traveling down D Road It just so happens that would be the road Where my self-righteousness would end low I'm down to the flow by an impeccable glow Yeah, had the Shekinah on me Much more powerful than the Llama on me True power, no timey, homie No coward, see our body, homies I was blind, needed someone to lay hands on me But I was fine 'til I got some new plans on it Except for the fact that they don't believe I changed And suffered the anguish to bear Christ's name I suffer being locked down, beat, overlooked I suffered unjust trials, truth had 'em shook Yeah, I wrote it down for the Prince of Peace Even though I will die by my enemies