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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
When he got pitched, he told 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, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving 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 like it is, how we 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 be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always 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
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
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, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told 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, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving 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 like it is, how we 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 be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always 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
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
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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