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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
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto 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' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it sound but the be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl 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 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
is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't it's at
Everybody got a 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
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto 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' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it sound but the be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl 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 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
is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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