Freedom Fighter (3) Tabs
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Creed - Freedom Fighter (3).gp3
Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull
World day to day, Where actions handed to the
Factions give us our distractions as we play,
Bridge 1: Now here comes a pair of covered
Eardrums livin' in a feardome, all work no play, on
His way down the walk, his mind is full of talk as
He contemplates the hiphop way.
Verse 1: Difficult to say his exact thought, that
Particular day we retract loss, contemplating,
Devastation to the dreams from the schemes
Devised by those who run things. The headpiece
Boomin, dread he be pursuin', like coffee the
Knowledge is brewin', more questions all running
Congruent so fluent the answer different path
Different master. Since before he could walk, pants
Hung low and the bill was a bit crossed. By fifteen
All sistine with bling bling complete with heat a
Crew, and no conscience to beat. Yet with a child
On its way, mild slang with retirement wage a
Fighters game, enlightened shame, divided pain,
Eased by such a snowy fame.
Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull
World day to day, Where actions handed to the
Factions give us our distractions as we play,
Bridge 2: Charlie master of the bar scene think
You know him hardly he's okay. But cross him
You'll be on a cross man he is not the nice man
That he plays.
Verse 2:Charley wakes up every single day at a
Quarter to five. It's his designated time to prepare
For drive to his mandatory "chance" to contribute
To the hive. All right.....He's got his pants on tight
And he's high as a kite from the dip in his mouth
And a powder that's white Charley beats his wife.
A real dirt bag, he hates the shit in his life, yet he
Just can't see who created his strife. He's a bad-
Habit-savage, thinks the world we inhabit is a
Playground he can ravage, but he'll prove himself
Wrong in the end. He doesn't' like different peeps
With different viewpoints than him, and today he
Was raging with a demon within, so, of course,
When his course swiftly rounded a bend and he
Encountered his friend from the powdery trend,
His mind went to the money that was owed to him
As he marched to his end...
Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull
World day to day, Where actions handed to the
Factions give us our distractions as we play, x2
Interlude: Charlie steps out of his big white truck,
Throwing his arms wide he says what the fuck! You
Think this game is funny you be owin' me some
Money and I'll take it from your hide young buck.
The you man snapped, went on the attack and
Taking two steps back, he reached for his gat. It's
Time to pay were the words that he said and he
Started to spray a jet of lead at charlies head.
Outro 1: People enslaved by their keeper, runnin'
From the truth makes the hill get steeper, you sink
Deeper. If you sow the seeds eventually time
Responds and you become the reaper.
Outro 2: People,
Living like a sheeple
Living from the ego
It's not how we roll.
Everything that is sacred
Is taken by your hatred
And we know it's not all fated
So we wait for the fall
Outro 3:People lookin' for a cheap fun, out of
Control on their way down the rabbit hole, sellin'
Their souls for a second with a filthy goal, a gilded
Skull, turmoil from addictions pull.
Outro 4:People,
Acting like some cheap fools.
Why be so deceitful
Just to follow a trend?
You know that what we grow
Is a seed to overthrow
So just go with the flow
And we won't see an end
World day to day, Where actions handed to the
Factions give us our distractions as we play,
Bridge 1: Now here comes a pair of covered
Eardrums livin' in a feardome, all work no play, on
His way down the walk, his mind is full of talk as
He contemplates the hiphop way.
Verse 1: Difficult to say his exact thought, that
Particular day we retract loss, contemplating,
Devastation to the dreams from the schemes
Devised by those who run things. The headpiece
Boomin, dread he be pursuin', like coffee the
Knowledge is brewin', more questions all running
Congruent so fluent the answer different path
Different master. Since before he could walk, pants
Hung low and the bill was a bit crossed. By fifteen
All sistine with bling bling complete with heat a
Crew, and no conscience to beat. Yet with a child
On its way, mild slang with retirement wage a
Fighters game, enlightened shame, divided pain,
Eased by such a snowy fame.
Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull
World day to day, Where actions handed to the
Factions give us our distractions as we play,
Bridge 2: Charlie master of the bar scene think
You know him hardly he's okay. But cross him
You'll be on a cross man he is not the nice man
That he plays.
Verse 2:Charley wakes up every single day at a
Quarter to five. It's his designated time to prepare
For drive to his mandatory "chance" to contribute
To the hive. All right.....He's got his pants on tight
And he's high as a kite from the dip in his mouth
And a powder that's white Charley beats his wife.
A real dirt bag, he hates the shit in his life, yet he
Just can't see who created his strife. He's a bad-
Habit-savage, thinks the world we inhabit is a
Playground he can ravage, but he'll prove himself
Wrong in the end. He doesn't' like different peeps
With different viewpoints than him, and today he
Was raging with a demon within, so, of course,
When his course swiftly rounded a bend and he
Encountered his friend from the powdery trend,
His mind went to the money that was owed to him
As he marched to his end...
Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull
World day to day, Where actions handed to the
Factions give us our distractions as we play, x2
Interlude: Charlie steps out of his big white truck,
Throwing his arms wide he says what the fuck! You
Think this game is funny you be owin' me some
Money and I'll take it from your hide young buck.
The you man snapped, went on the attack and
Taking two steps back, he reached for his gat. It's
Time to pay were the words that he said and he
Started to spray a jet of lead at charlies head.
Outro 1: People enslaved by their keeper, runnin'
From the truth makes the hill get steeper, you sink
Deeper. If you sow the seeds eventually time
Responds and you become the reaper.
Outro 2: People,
Living like a sheeple
Living from the ego
It's not how we roll.
Everything that is sacred
Is taken by your hatred
And we know it's not all fated
So we wait for the fall
Outro 3:People lookin' for a cheap fun, out of
Control on their way down the rabbit hole, sellin'
Their souls for a second with a filthy goal, a gilded
Skull, turmoil from addictions pull.
Outro 4:People,
Acting like some cheap fools.
Why be so deceitful
Just to follow a trend?
You know that what we grow
Is a seed to overthrow
So just go with the flow
And we won't see an end