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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, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them 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, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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, be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor the illest
parents and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
the truth I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a like 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 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)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them 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, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can 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, be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor the illest
parents and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, can always the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
the truth I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a like 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 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)
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