The Gospel (Live From Auditorio Nacional Mexico City, Mexico)

歌詞

I said we're all God's childrens. 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 them he was tellin'. Auntie was a cook. Her husband was a crook. 'Cause every job he had. They be paying him off the books. Ghetto University 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. The roaches and the rats. Heroine in the crasp. 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 path. But you could never go back. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. I'm telling you like it is. How we ever gonna live. If we ain't getting money. How we feedin' the kids. It's a revolving door. When brothers be doing bids. I know it sounds wrong. The dope'll be what it is. Survival of the fittest. This poor girl's the illest. Broke mirrors and black cats. Give me heebee geebees. Life seems hard. Nothing ever comes easy. Whatever's in the dark. Won't always become the light. If you ain't in the battle. How you gonna 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 am bishop and juice. Roaches and the rats. Heroine in the cracks. Couldn't blame me. I'm just giving the facts. I'm tryin' to hit the top. 'Cause the bottom ain't where it's at. Everybody got a path. But you could never go back. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. Gotta Sing. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah. She's a King. Yeah Yeah Yeay Yeah