The Gospel

The Gospel - Maleah Joi Moon/Shoshana Bean/chris Lee

Lyrics by：Alicia Keys/Robert Fitzgerald Diggs/Christopher Batson/Dennis D Coles/Kasseem “Swizz Beatz” Dean/Lamont Hawkins/Shawn L Martin/Corey Todd Woods

It's like

Like all of New York City

Is singing to you

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I said we're all God's children

Products of the ghetto

Mama cooked the soup

Daddy did the yelling

Uncle was a drunk

Cousin was a felon

And when he got pinched

He told 'em 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

Knowledge is all it took

In the tenement

I was listenin' to the hook

Change gon' come

Spirit of Sam Cooke

And when the feds comin'

Everybody be shook

Now we doing life like

Eddie Murphy and Martin

On the chain gang

I was singing into the coffin

Roaches and the rats

Heroin in the cracks

Couldn't blame me

I'm just giving the facts

I'm tryna hit the top

'Cause the bottom ain't where it's at

Everybody got a past

But you can never go back

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I'll tell it 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's the illest uh

Broke mirrors and black cats

Give me heebie jeebies

Life seems hard but nothing

Ever come easy

Whatever's in the dark will

Always become the light

If you ain't in the 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 pullin' a tooth

Told the streets don't let me go

Like I'm Bishop in Juice

Roaches and the rats

Heroin in the cracks

Couldn't blame me

I'm just giving the facts

Tryna hit the top

Bottom ain't where it's at

Everybody got a past

But you can never go back

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Sing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You gotta sing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Just as a king

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Enough Ali upstairs now