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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
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 of Sam Cook
the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the gang, I was the coffin
The and the rats, heroin 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 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, 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
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever 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 the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the don't let me go like I'm in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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)
us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
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 of Sam Cook
the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie and Martin
On the gang, I was the coffin
The and the rats, heroin 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 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, 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
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever 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 the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the don't let me go like I'm in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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)
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