The Gospel

Lyrics

[Intro] This is 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 [Verse 1] I said we all God's children, products of the ghetto Mama 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 a tenement, I was listenin' to the hook Change gon' come, 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] 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] 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 [Bridge] Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah [Verse 2] I 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 doin' bids I know it sound wrong but the dope will be what it is Survival of the fittest, this poor girl's the illest, uh Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-jeebies Life seems hard but nothin' ever comes easy Whatever's in the dark will 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 pullin' a tooth Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice [Pre-Chorus] 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] 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 (This is a king) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, uh) [Outro] Enough Ali, upstairs, now