Ludacris — Hopeless

[Intro: 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 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... [Hook: Ludacris + Trick Daddy)] 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!" [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 [Hook: Ludacris + Trick Daddy)] 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!" [Verse 2: 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 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 [Hook: Ludacris + Trick Daddy)] 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!" [Verse 3: Ludacris] 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 [Hook: Ludacris + Trick Daddy)] 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!" [Trick Daddy] 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