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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, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't 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 but the door be what it is
Survival of the fittest, the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever 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 be flyin' birds 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 in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
hit the top, the 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, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't 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 but the door be what it is
Survival of the fittest, the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever 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 be flyin' birds 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 in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
hit the top, the 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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