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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the 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 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 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 revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke parents and cats me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever 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 I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds 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 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 go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, cousin was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the 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 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 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 revolving door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound but the will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this girl the illest
Broke parents and cats me heebie-geebies
seems hard but nothin' ever 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 I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds 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 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 go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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