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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he them 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
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like 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 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' 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 I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, 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 but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he them 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
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like 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 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' 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 I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, 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 but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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