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The Gospel 
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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
he got pitched, he told 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
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 comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
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 revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door be what it is
Survival of the fittest, girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats 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 the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm 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)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told 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
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 comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
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 revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door be what it is
Survival of the fittest, girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats 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 the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm 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)
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