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The Gospel 
Hard
by Alicia Keys
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So we all got children, of the ghetto
Momma us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, 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
university, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the comin', get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke parents and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard 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 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 I'm in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm 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)
Momma us soup, did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, 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
university, is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
the comin', get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing the coffin
The 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)...
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, be doin' bids
I know it wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke parents and cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard 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 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 I'm in Juice
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm 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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