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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, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy 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
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we 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 will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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 the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but 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 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)
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy 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
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we 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 will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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 the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but 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 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)
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