HOPELESS

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, ain't no where to go but up baby. Just all about how you deal with it, you feel me. Listen here... When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga 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 fuck the world. When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga 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 fuck the world. Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles, Double-edged sword burnin' both sides of the candle, But Chris 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 'til my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray, Children slingin' white in the hood, we call it yay. Drinkin' old gold down my yellow brick road, Then re-write my script until my story's untold. See I got a little money and my life sped up, Now I've fallen and I can't get up. 'Cause... When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga 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 fuck the world. When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga 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 fuck the world. I had this dream about a dope fiend, And it's strange 'cause he could barely write or read, But seems he could get folk just about anything Curious about him I wanted to talk with him, But he said he was too busy for that, But I was more then 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. And he said white folks look out for the white folks, But uh, black folks blame other black folks when it ain't enough black votes. But yo, to make a long story short, we need to pay more attention And do things that are way more convincing. And he told me, you know, I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work, And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time tellin' you somethin' that'll hurt ya. But you'll fall for anything if you don't stand for something, That's for certain, but niggas 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 one of us. When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga 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 fuck the world. When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga 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 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 stands us up to run us over. And in the hood they don't seem to understand, goddamn, Which really got me wonderin' if it's a 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 that I can do about it (no), But preach the word, tell my people spend your money wisely (yup), don't be absurd. Buy some things that appreciate (like what), like a home, Wake up and open your eyes to what the fucks is goins ons. 'Cause they constantly gettin' 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 that 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, It 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, It helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed, And all I hear is fuck the world. You know, y'all gon' mess around and keep on complainin' about slavery. But um, that was over four hundred fifty years ago, you know. Black folks need to move on. Stay strong and um, y'all keep playin' with them crackers and they gon' have your ass somewhere tied up, wired up on the back roads of South Florida, Georgia, you know. And they made the laws so them shits can't do nothin' for you. Can the church get a Amen. God for the thugs too. Amen.