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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
cooked us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
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 of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin 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 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 but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
is a like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
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 of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin 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 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 but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
is a like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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