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Hopeless

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Hopeless

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[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

(Chorus 2X: 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

[Ludacris]

Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my lifes 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

Its 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 grey

Children slangin white in the hood, we call it yay

Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road

Where we write my script until my storys been told

See, I got a little money and my lifes been up

Now I'm fallen and I can't get up

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]

I had a dream about a dope fiend

And its 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 theres a big difference between crackers and niggaz

And he said white folks look out for the white folks

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 thats way more convincing

He told me you know, I wouldn't say something that wasn't worth it

And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time tellin you something that'll hurt you

Its your fault for anything if you done stand for something thats 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

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]

Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober

Lifes 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, god damn

What's really got me wondering if this part of the bigger plan?

Man I smell something fishy going on

Its 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 its drugs or diseases or its gun by gun

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

By using whats in this chorus to get through this song

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]

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 backroads of South Florida, Georgia you know

And they make it so God can't do nothing for you

Can a church get an Amen

God for the thugs too

Amen

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