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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie 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
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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 door, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, girl the illest
parents and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever 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?
the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told 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 the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie 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
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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 door, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, girl the illest
parents and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever 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?
the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told 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 the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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