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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, daddy 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
Ghetto 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', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna 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 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 wrong but the will be it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke and me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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 pain like you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go like I'm Bishop 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 where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy 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
Ghetto 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', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna 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 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 wrong but the will be it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke and me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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 pain like you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go like I'm Bishop 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 where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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