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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
When he got pitched, he told them 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, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the 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, and the cracks
Couldn't 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)...
Tellin' you it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a door, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life but nothin' 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 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 in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
got a 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
When he got pitched, he told them 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, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the 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, and the cracks
Couldn't 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)...
Tellin' you it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a door, where be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life but nothin' 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 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 in Juice
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the ain't where it's at
got a but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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