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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor the illest
parents and cats me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor the illest
parents and cats me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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