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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
Momma cooked 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 be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' 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 ain't 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 brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds 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 roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked 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 be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' 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 ain't 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 brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds 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 roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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