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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, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
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 it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life hard 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 truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain 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 the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where 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, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
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 it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life hard 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 truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain 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 the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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