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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, 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 was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a 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 the coffin
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a but you can never 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 it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' 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' birds but don't be on the roof
is a pain 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, 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 was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a 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 the coffin
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a but you can never 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 it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' 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' birds but don't be on the roof
is a pain 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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