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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
Momma 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 was a crook
Cause 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
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie 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 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 like 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 know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever 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?
Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
is a like you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
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)
Momma 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 was a crook
Cause 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
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie 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 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 like 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 know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever 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?
Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
is a like you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
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)
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