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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin 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
Everybody 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 door, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give 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 truth I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin 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
Everybody 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 door, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give 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 truth I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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