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The Gospel
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
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' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
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
Everybody got a 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 it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm 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
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
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' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
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
Everybody got a 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 it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm 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
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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