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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin 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 be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke and black cats give me heebie-geebies
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?
Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin 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 be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke and black cats give me heebie-geebies
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?
Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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