The Gospel

Lyrics

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
 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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Song Details

Duration
03:01
Key
11
Tempo
187 BPM

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