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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, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie 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 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 and Martin
On the gang, I was singing the coffin
The 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 ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems 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 I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they 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 Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the ain't where it's at
got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told he wasn't tellin'
Auntie 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 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 and Martin
On the gang, I was singing the coffin
The 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 ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, brothers be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
seems 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 I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' but they 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 Bishop in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just giving the facts
hit the top, the ain't where it's at
got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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