Hopeless

I charge the game
And all I here is "Fuck da world"
By using what's in this chorus to get through this song
And they made them laws, so they can't do nothing for you
Life's a bitch and I can't control her
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
Damn sure wouldn't waste my time telling something that a hurt you
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Double edge sword burnin' both sides of the candle
Ya'll keep playin' with a cracker, they going to have yo ass tied up
Don't wanna face reality
But yo to make a long story short
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
Curious about him I wanted to talk to him
I had this dream about a dope fiene

And all I here is "Fuck da world"
Empty beer bottles and roaches

And I ain't do shit
But Cris you can't handle the truth

And its way beyond blowin' away the smoke
My life been in shambles
And all I here is "Fuck da world"
What it's really got me wondering if it's a part of a bigger plan

Empty beer bottles and roaches

That was over 40-50 years ago black folks need to move on stay strong

And we have our ups and downs

And all I here is "Fuck da world"
It ain't much I can do about it but preach the word
You kno' ya'll going to mess around and keep on complaining bout slavery
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
When nobody said life was going to be easy
They going to bury each and every one of us
That's way more convincing and he told me
And all I here is "Fuck da world"
There ain't nowhere to go but up baby
Empty beer bottles and roaches
But that's for certain but niggas don't be listenin'
But you would fall for anything if you don't stand for something
Tell my people to spend ya money wisely
Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober
Don't be obscured by some things that's appreciated
And all I here is "Fuck da world"
See I got a little money and my life sped up
We need pay more attention and do things
It's just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me
But seemed to get folks about anything
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed

So as we walked, he talked and I just listen
And put my problems on lay away
And all I here is "Fuck da world"
Please like when police say freeze
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
One by one whether it's drugs or disease or gun by gun
And it's strange cause he can barely write or read
But I was more then welcome to walk with him
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
I ain't no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong
It's a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away
But he was to busy for that

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true
He said, "There's a big difference between crackas and niggas"
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Listen here
And if we don't hurry up
And we travel through this emotional roller coaster called life
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
'Cause they constantly getting rid of us
I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
The government stand us up to run us over
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Empty beer bottles and roaches
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

A black man but I feel so blue
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Man ever since life's been a gamble

But uh black folks blame otha black folks
Like a home to open ya eyes to what's the fuck's goings on
Man I smell something fishy going on

Wired up on them back roads of South Florida Georgia
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus

Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yeah
But I'm down on my knees
When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Just keep in mind when you hit rock bottom

Empty beer bottles and roaches

Not all of us, but some of us
See he said, "White folks look out for the white folks"
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
When they ain't enough black roaks
From all these swishers goin' on
You know I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work and I
So Lord accept my apology

And in the hood they don't seem to understand, goddamn

Empty beer bottles and roaches
Now I'm fallin' and I can't get up
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed

Drink old gold, down my yellow brick road
And that shit be hurting and uh