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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every 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
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The 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)...
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 be what it is
of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke and black me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' 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 I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every 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
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The 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)...
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 be what it is
of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke and black me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' 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 I'm Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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