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 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 tha 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 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 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 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 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 tha 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 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 niggas
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 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 going to bury each and every one of us

Ludacris with Trick Daddy :
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 tha 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 tha 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 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 fucks is goings on

'Cause they constantly gettin' rid of us, 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 thru this song

Ludacris with 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 tha 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 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 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.