Lyrics Hopeless - Trick Daddy , Ludacris

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 roller coaster 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 swords burning both sides of the candle
But Chris, you can't handle the truth
Don't wanna face reality
So lower than 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 'til my dreams come true
And my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yay
Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road
Then we write my script until my story's untold
See, I got a little money and my life's 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 get a Bentley right away
Seem to get just for 'bout anything
Pure survival, I want to talk with him
He said he was too busy for that
But I was more than willing the walk with him
So as we walked, he talked and I just listened
He said, ‽There's a big difference between crackers and niggazâ€
And he said, ‽White folks look out for the white folksâ€
But uhh, black folks blame other black folks
When there ain't enough black folks
But yo, to make a long story short
We need to pay more attention
And do things that's way more convincing
And he told me you know
I wouldn't say something
What's working or not
Damn sure, wouldn't waste my time
Tellin' you something that'll hurt you
It's your fault for anything, if you done
Stand for something that's for certain
But niggaz don't be listenin' and that shit be hurtin'
Not all of us but some of us
And if we don't hurry up
They gon bury each and every life 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 being 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 wondering, if this part of the bigger plan?
Man, I smell something fishy going on
It's way beyond blowing away the smoke from all of swishas going on
There ain't much that I can do about it, no
But preach the word, tell my peoples spend your money wisely, yup
Don't be absurd by somethings that are fishy, like what
Like at home, wake up and open your eyes to what the fuck is going on
'Cause they constantly getting 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 doing wrong
By using what's in this chorus 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 gonna mess around and keep on complaining
'Bout slavery and umm, that was over 40-50 years ago, you know
Black folks need to move on
No stay strong and umm, y'all keep playing with us crackers
They gonna have your ass somewhat tied up, wired up
Of the back roads of South Florida, Georgia, you know
And they made the law, so this shit can't do nothing for you
Can a church get an Amen, God for the thugs too, Amen