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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
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you it is, how we gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life 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 speak 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 you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
got a past but you can never 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 them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', everybody get shook
Now we doin' Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the gang, I was into the coffin
The and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
Everybody got a past but you can go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)...
Tellin' you it is, how we gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a door, where brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound but the door will be it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor the illest
Broke and black cats me heebie-geebies
Life 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 speak 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 you pullin' a tooth
the don't let me go I'm Bishop in Juice
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't it's at
got a past but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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