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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, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause 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
the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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
of the fittest, this poor the illest
parents and black cats 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 when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
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
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause 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
the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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
of the fittest, this poor the illest
parents and black cats 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 when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
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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