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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma 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
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 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 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
got a 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 be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
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 when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' but don't be on the roof
is a pain like 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma 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
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 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 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
got a 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 be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
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 when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' but don't be on the roof
is a pain like 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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