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The Gospel Hard
by 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, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them 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
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 Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
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 past 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, brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
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 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 be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, 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 husband was a crook
Cause every 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 Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
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 past 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, brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
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 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 be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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