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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 told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband 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 spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' 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 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)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' comes 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 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
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
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 where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never 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 told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband 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 spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' 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 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)...
Tellin' you like it is, how we gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' comes 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 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
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
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 where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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