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The Gospel 
Hard
by 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 them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause job he had 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
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was 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 ain't where it's at
Everybody got a 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 be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door be what it is
of the fittest, girl the illest
Broke parents and me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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?
speak the truth I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but don't be on the roof
is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a 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 them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause job he had 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
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was 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 ain't where it's at
Everybody got a 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 be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door be what it is
of the fittest, girl the illest
Broke parents and me heebie-geebies
Life seems 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?
speak the truth I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but don't be on the roof
is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets 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 giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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