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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma us soup, did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he 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, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was singing the coffin
The 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)...
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, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it but the door be what it is
of the fittest, this girl the illest
parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
seems 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?
Gotta speak 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 and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma us soup, did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he 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, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was singing the coffin
The 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)...
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, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it but the door be what it is
of the fittest, this girl the illest
parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
seems 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?
Gotta speak 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 and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the 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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