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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 them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody 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 be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever 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 be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
is a pain 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 bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past 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 them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the of Sam Cook
When the comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
Everybody 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 be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life seems but nothin' ever 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 be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
is a pain 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 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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