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The Gospel Lyrics – Alicia Keys

The Gospel Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man + Raekwon [+ Ghostface]
Oh yeah coming through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case gimme St. Ide’s brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
Methtical’s in a jam oh how dry I am
With St. Ides in my system
Crack another I’m blessed let’s go get the next one
And get over the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa better yet dial my chauffeur
Call me the Wallabee Champ stretched out could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed yes my rap is like a laser beam
Laser beam laser beam laser beam…

[Intro: Alicia Keys]
Uh uh uh
Sing

[Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
So we all got children products of the ghetto
Momma cooked the soup daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk cousin 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
Ghetto university knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
Change gon’ come the spirit of Sam Cooke
When the feds comin’ everybody be shook
Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang I was singing into the coffin

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me I’m just giving the facts
I’m tryna hit the top cause’ bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
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 (Sing)

[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
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 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 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?
I 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

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
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 past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Sing
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
(Gotta sing)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah)

[Outro]
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




Album Here (2016)


By – Alicia Keys

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