Hopeless - Ludacris, Trick Daddy

Ooh.

You feel that?

As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots,

where nobody said life was gon' be easy

And we travel through this emotional rollercoaster called life, and we have our

ups and downs

Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom, there ain’t nowhere to go but up,

baby

Just all about how you deal with it… ya feel me?

Listen here…

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

Man, ever since life’s been a gamble, my life’s been in shambles

Double-edge sword, burnin' both sides of the candle

But Cris, you can’t handle the truth

Don’t wanna face reality, so Lord accept my apology

Please, like when police say freeze

And I ain’t do shit but I’m down on my knees

It’s a crooked system, but gin straight take the pain away

I charge the game and put my problems on layaway

A black man but I feel so blue

So I smoke green and purple till my dreams come true

Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey

Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yay

Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road

Then rewrite my script until my story’s untold

See, I got a little money and my life sped up

Now I’m fallen and I can’t get up

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

I had a dream about a dope fiend

And it’s strange 'cause he can barely write or read but seems to get folks just

about anything

Curious about him, I wanted to talk to him

Said he was too busy fo' that, but I was more than welcome to walk with him

So as we walked, he talked and I just listened

He said there’s a big difference between crackers and niggas

He said white folks look out fo' the white folks, but uhh

Black folks blame otha' black folks when it ain’t enough black roakz

When you ooh to make a long story short

We need pay more attention and do things that’s way more convincin'

And he told me, you know, I wouldn’t sell you somethin' that wasn’t workin'

And I, damn sure wouldn’t waste my time, tellin' ya somethin' that’ll hurt you

But you’ll fall for anything, if you don’t stand for somethin', that’s for

certain

But niggas don’t be listen, and that shit be hurtin'

Not all of us, but some of us, and if we don’t hurry up

They gon' to bury each and every one of us

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

Sometimes I can’t deal with my daily issues, just bein' sober

Life’s a bitch and I can’t control her

I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder

The government stand us up to run us over

And in the hood, they don’t seem to understand, goddamn

What’s really got me wonderin' if it’s part of a bigger plan

Man I smell something fishy goin' on

It’s way beyond blowin' away the smoke from all of Swishers goin' on

It ain’t much I can do about it (No), but preach the word

Tell my people to spend ya money wisely, don’t be absurd

Buy some things that appreciate, (Like what?) like a home

Wake up, and open ya eyes to what the fucks is goin’s on

'Cause they constantly gettin' rid of us (Yup), one by one

Whether it’s drugs or diseases or it’s, gun by gun

I ain’t no saint either, I feel I’m even doin' wrong

By usin' what’s in this chorus just to get through this song

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I’m so stressed

And all I hear is «FUCK THE WORLD!»

You know, y’all going to mess around and keep on complainin' about slavery,

when uhh, that was over 40−50 years ago, you know, black folks need to move on

Stay strong and umm, ya’ll keep playin' wit a cracker they gon' have yo ass,

somewhere tied up wired up on them back roads of south Florida, Georgia

And they made the laws so them shits can’t do nothin' for you

Can a church get a amen?

God for the thugs, too

Amen