Ludacris - Hopeless lyrics

Spoken: Ooh, you feel that? As I take you to them dirt roads deep down in your southern roots, where nobody said life was going to be easy. And we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life and we have our ups and downs, just keep in mind when you hit rock bottom, there ain't no where to go but up, baby. Just all you about how you deal wit it, you feel me? Listen here. When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha 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 sh**, 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 slingin' white in the hood, we call it yay Drinkin' old 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 fallin' and I can't get up When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" Trick Daddy: 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 then welcome to walk with him As we walked, he talked and I just listened He said there's a big difference between, crackers and n***as See he said white folks look out fo' the white folks, but uhh Black folks blame otha' black folks when they 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 n***as don't be listen, and that sh** be hurtin' Not all of us, but some of us, and if we don't hurry up They going to bury each and every one of us Ludacris with Trick Daddy : When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches It helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches It helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues, just bein' sober Life's a b**h 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 somethin' fishy goin' on And it's way beyond blowin' away the smoke from all these swishers goin' on It ain't much I can do about it, 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 f**s is goings on 'Cause they constantly gettin' rid of us, one by one Whether it's d** 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 thru this song Ludacris with Trick Daddy : When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" When life seems hopeless, it make a n***a lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches It helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is "f** tha world" Trick Daddy (Spoken): 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 going to have yo a**, somewhere tied up wired up on them back roads of south Florida, Georgia. And they made the laws so them sh**s can't do nothin' for you. Can a church get a amen? God for the thugs, too. Amen.