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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
cooked us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her 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 of Sam Cook
When the 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 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 revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I it but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
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?
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 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 bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her 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 of Sam Cook
When the 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 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 revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I it but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
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?
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 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 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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