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The Gospel 
Hard
de Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
Momma us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie 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
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 like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
and black give me heebie-geebies
seems 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 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 like I'm Bishop in Juice
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)
Momma us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie 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
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 like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
and black give me heebie-geebies
seems 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 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 like I'm Bishop in Juice
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)
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