Ludacris, Trick Daddy - Hopeless lyrics

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
Shit's can't do nothin' for you
Can a church get a amen?
God for the thugs, too amen