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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, products of the ghetto
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
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 feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The 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
got a past but you can 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, brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems 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?
Gotta speak the 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 like I'm 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 ain't where it's at
Everybody got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
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 feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' life Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The 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
got a past but you can 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, brothers be doin' bids
I it sound wrong but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems 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?
Gotta speak the 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 like I'm 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 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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