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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, 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 husband was a crook
every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a 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 and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, 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 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 wrong but the door be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
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 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 don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, 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 husband was a crook
every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a 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 and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, 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 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 wrong but the door be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
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 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 don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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