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Alicia Keys

Genres: Pop

The Gospel Lyrics - Alicia Keys

I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto 

Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling 

Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon 

When he got pinched, 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, knowledge is all it took 

In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook 

Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke 

When the Feds coming, everybody be shook 

Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin 

On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin 

 

The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp 

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 path but you could never go back 

 

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Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

 

I'm telling 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, when brothers be doing bids 

I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is 

Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest 

Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies 

Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy 

Whatever's in the dark, won't 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' birds but they don't be on the roof 

Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth 

Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice 

 

The roaches 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 path but you could never go back 

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

(Sing) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

(Sing) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

(Gotta sing) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

(She's a king) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) 

And they sing New York City 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

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