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The Gospel 
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by 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, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause 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
the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
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
got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you it is, how we ever 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 but the door 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 easy
Whatever's in the dark, can 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 they 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 blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause 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
the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
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
got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you it is, how we ever 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 but the door 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 easy
Whatever's in the dark, can 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 they 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 blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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