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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her 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' like Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
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 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 gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a door, where brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, 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 but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her 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' like Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
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 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 gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a door, where brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, 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 but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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