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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 told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
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
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was the coffin
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)...
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 will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes 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 speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where 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 told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
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
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was the coffin
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)...
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 will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes 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 speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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