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(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

(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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