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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, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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 it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black give me heebie-geebies
hard 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?
speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches 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)
Momma us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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 it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black give me heebie-geebies
hard 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?
speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches 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)
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