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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
Momma cooked 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 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 Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The 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 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, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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 the truth I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told 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 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
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 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 Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The 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 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, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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 the truth I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told 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 where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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