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The Gospel 
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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 them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
the comin', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing 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 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 gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life 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 streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm 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 bottom 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, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
the comin', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing 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 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 gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life 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 streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm 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 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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