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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
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the 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 door, where brothers be doin' bids
I it but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke parents and 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 speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds 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 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
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the 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 door, where brothers be doin' bids
I it but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke parents and 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 speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds 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 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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