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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, was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just 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 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 wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give 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 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 just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
was a drunk, was a felon
he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
was a cook, her was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
university, knowledge is all it took
In a I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin', get shook
Now we doin' like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, and the cracks
Couldn't me, I'm just 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 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 wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give 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 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 just giving the facts
hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
got a but you can never go back
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
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