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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
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' life Eddie Murphy 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 giving the facts
hit the top, the ain't where it's at
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 brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke parents and black cats 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 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 streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, 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
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
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' life Eddie Murphy 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 giving the facts
hit the top, the ain't where it's at
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 brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be what it is
of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke parents and black cats 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 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 streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, 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
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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