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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, did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, 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' like Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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 the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always 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 they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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)
Momma us soup, did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, 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' like Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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 the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always 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 they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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)
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