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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, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie 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 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 singing into the coffin
The and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you it is, how we gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give 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 speak 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 like you pullin' a tooth
Told the don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches 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 where it's at
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie 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 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 singing into the coffin
The and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you it is, how we gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give 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 speak 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 like you pullin' a tooth
Told the don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches 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 where it's at
Everybody got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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