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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, 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 he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause 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
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't 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 door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and cats me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop 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 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 he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause 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
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't 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 door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and cats me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop 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 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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