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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, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause 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 Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems 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?
speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' 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 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
got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause 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 Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems 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?
speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' 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 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
got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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