[{"id":18665003,"name":"The Gospel","trackName":"The Gospel","artistName":"Alicia Keys","albumName":"The Essential Collection","duration":181.693333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\nMomma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\nUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\nWhen he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\nAuntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\nCause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\nGhetto University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\nChange gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\nWhen the Feds coming, everybody be shook\nNow we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\nOn the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.70] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.08] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:15.66] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.18] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.74] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.18] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:25.82] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.45] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.06] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.51] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.15] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:38.75] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.13] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:43.78] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.44] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:48.79] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.22] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.34] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.48] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:03.95] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.53] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.03] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:11.78] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.46] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.06] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:19.67] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.12] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.21] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:27.51] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:29.94] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.46] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.12] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:37.52] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.13] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:42.51] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.37] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.02] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.43] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:52.83] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.48] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:00.55] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:05.59] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:06.84] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.89] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.67] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:12.28] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:12.38] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:12.41] (Sing)\n[02:12.53] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:14.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:15.47] (Sing)\n[02:15.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.51] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.14] (Gotta sing)\n[02:17.22] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.41] (She's a king)\n[02:22.35] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:30.03] And they sing New York City\n[02:34.30] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:36.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:42.36] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.81] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.58] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:50.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:00.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: The Essential Collection\n  duration_ms: 181693\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 20740\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20740\n  end_ms: 23180\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23180\n  end_ms: 25820\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  start_ms: 25820\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 31060\n- text: Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  start_ms: 31060\n  end_ms: 33510\n- text: When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  start_ms: 33510\n  end_ms: 36150\n- text: Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  start_ms: 36150\n  end_ms: 38750\n- text: On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n  start_ms: 38750\n  end_ms: 41130\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  start_ms: 41130\n  end_ms: 43780\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  start_ms: 43780\n  end_ms: 46440\n- text: Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  start_ms: 46440\n  end_ms: 48790\n- text: Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n  start_ms: 48790\n  end_ms: 51220\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 51220\n  end_ms: 56340\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 56340\n  end_ms: 61480\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 61480\n  end_ms: 63950\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 63950\n  end_ms: 66530\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 66530\n  end_ms: 69030\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 69030\n  end_ms: 71780\n- text: I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  start_ms: 71780\n  end_ms: 74460\n- text: If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  start_ms: 74460\n  end_ms: 77060\n- text: It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  start_ms: 77060\n  end_ms: 79670\n- text: I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n  start_ms: 79670\n  end_ms: 82120\n- text: Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n  start_ms: 82120\n  end_ms: 85210\n- text: Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n  start_ms: 85210\n  end_ms: 87510\n- text: Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n  start_ms: 87510\n  end_ms: 89940\n- text: Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n  start_ms: 89940\n  end_ms: 92460\n- text: If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n  start_ms: 92460\n  end_ms: 95120\n- text: Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  start_ms: 95120\n  end_ms: 97520\n- text: The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  start_ms: 97520\n  end_ms: 100130\n- text: Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  start_ms: 100130\n  end_ms: 102510\n- 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start_ms: 132380\n  end_ms: 132410\n- text: (Sing)\n  start_ms: 132410\n  end_ms: 132530\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 132530\n  end_ms: 134570\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 134570\n  end_ms: 135470\n- text: (Sing)\n  start_ms: 135470\n  end_ms: 135560\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 135560\n  end_ms: 136510\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 136510\n  end_ms: 137140\n- text: (Gotta sing)\n  start_ms: 137140\n  end_ms: 137220\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 137220\n  end_ms: 139370\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 139370\n  end_ms: 140410\n- text: (She's a king)\n  start_ms: 140410\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 144490\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  start_ms: 144490\n  end_ms: 150030\n- text: And they sing New York City\n  start_ms: 150030\n  end_ms: 154300\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 154300\n  end_ms: 156850\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 156850\n  end_ms: 162360\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 162360\n  end_ms: 164810\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 164810\n  end_ms: 167580\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 167580\n  end_ms: 170570\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 170570\n  end_ms: 180980\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 180980\nplain: |-\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n  Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n  Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n  Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n  Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n  If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n  Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  (Sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (She's a king)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  And they sing New York City\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":1543046,"name":"The Gospel","trackName":"The Gospel","artistName":"Alicia Keys","albumName":"HERE (Deluxe Edition)","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\nMomma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\nUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\nWhen he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\nAuntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\nCause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\nGhetto University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\nChange gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\nWhen the Feds coming, everybody be shook\nNow we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\nOn the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.74] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:43.28] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.55] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.29] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:53.58] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:01.18] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:06.05] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.43] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.87] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:13.57] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: HERE (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked 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yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the 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oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: HERE\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28620\n- text: In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  start_ms: 28620\n  end_ms: 31340\n- text: Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  start_ms: 31340\n  end_ms: 33960\n- text: When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  start_ms: 33960\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  start_ms: 46920\n  end_ms: 49380\n- text: Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n  start_ms: 49380\n  end_ms: 51580\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 51580\n  end_ms: 56800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 56800\n  end_ms: 61900\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 61900\n  end_ms: 64860\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 64860\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69160\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 69160\n  end_ms: 72330\n- text: I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  start_ms: 72330\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 164430\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 169610\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 169610\n  end_ms: 171590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 171590\nplain: |-\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n  Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n  Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n  Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n  Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n  If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n  Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just 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yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing 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yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: 'Inesquecível: São Paulo, Brazil'\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28620\n- text: In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  start_ms: 28620\n  end_ms: 31340\n- text: Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  start_ms: 31340\n  end_ms: 33960\n- text: When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  start_ms: 33960\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  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yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.74] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:43.28] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.55] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.29] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:53.58] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:01.18] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:06.05] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.43] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.87] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:13.57] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: Inolvidable- Bogotá, Colombia\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28620\n- text: In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  start_ms: 28620\n  end_ms: 31340\n- text: Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  start_ms: 31340\n  end_ms: 33960\n- text: When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  start_ms: 33960\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: Tryna hit the top, the 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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 169610\n  end_ms: 171590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 171590\nplain: |-\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, 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yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.70] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.08] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:15.66] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.18] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.74] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.18] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:25.82] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.45] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.06] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.51] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.15] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:38.75] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.13] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:43.78] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.44] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:48.79] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.22] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.34] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.48] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:03.95] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.53] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.03] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:11.78] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.46] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.06] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:19.67] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.12] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.21] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:27.51] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:29.94] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.46] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the 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yeah, yeah\n[02:19.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.41] (She's a king)\n[02:22.35] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:30.03] And they sing New York City\n[02:34.30] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:36.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:42.36] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.81] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.58] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:50.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:00.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: HERE (Deluxe Version)\n  duration_ms: 181734\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 20740\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband 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facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be 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yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: 'Inolvidable: Santiago, Chile'\n  duration_ms: 192557\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they 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University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\nChange gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\nWhen the Feds coming, everybody be shook\nNow we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\nOn the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.74] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:43.28] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.55] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.29] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:53.58] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:01.18] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:06.05] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.43] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.87] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:13.57] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: Hell’s Kitchen (Original Broadway Cast Recording)\n  duration_ms: 276302\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  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56800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 56800\n  end_ms: 61900\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 61900\n  end_ms: 64860\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 64860\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69160\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 69160\n  end_ms: 72330\n- text: I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  start_ms: 72330\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 80580\n- text: I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n  start_ms: 80580\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 85360\n- text: Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n  start_ms: 85360\n  end_ms: 88070\n- text: Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n  start_ms: 88070\n  end_ms: 90360\n- text: Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n  start_ms: 90360\n  end_ms: 92820\n- text: If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n  start_ms: 92820\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98150\n- text: The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  start_ms: 98150\n  end_ms: 100740\n- text: Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  start_ms: 100740\n  end_ms: 103280\n- text: Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n  start_ms: 103280\n  end_ms: 105550\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n  start_ms: 105550\n  end_ms: 108290\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  start_ms: 108290\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 115930\n- 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Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  It's a revolving door, when brothers 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 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (She's a king)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  And they sing New York City\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":19138942,"name":"The Gospel","trackName":"The Gospel","artistName":"Alicia Keys","albumName":"Inesquecível: São Paulo, Brazil","duration":195.94449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\nMomma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\nUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\nWhen he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\nAuntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\nCause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\nGhetto University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I 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you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.74] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:43.28] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.55] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.29] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:53.58] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:01.18] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:06.05] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.43] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.87] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:13.57] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: 'Inesquecível: São Paulo, Brazil'\n  duration_ms: 195944\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  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yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 140630\n- text: (She's a king)\n  start_ms: 140630\n  end_ms: 142520\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  start_ms: 142520\n  end_ms: 144140\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  start_ms: 144140\n  end_ms: 151310\n- text: And they sing New York City\n  start_ms: 151310\n  end_ms: 152980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 152980\n  end_ms: 159370\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 159370\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164430\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 164430\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 169610\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 169610\n  end_ms: 171590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 171590\nplain: |-\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't 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all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.08] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:15.66] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.18] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.74] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.18] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:25.82] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.45] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.06] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.51] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.15] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:38.75] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.13] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:43.78] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.44] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:48.79] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.22] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.34] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.48] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:03.95] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.53] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.03] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:11.78] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.46] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.06] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:19.67] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.12] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.21] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:27.51] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:29.94] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.46] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.12] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:37.52] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.13] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:42.51] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.37] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.02] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.43] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:52.83] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.48] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:00.55] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:05.59] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:06.84] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.89] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.67] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:12.28] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:12.38] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:12.41] (Sing)\n[02:12.53] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:14.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:15.47] (Sing)\n[02:15.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.51] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.14] (Gotta sing)\n[02:17.22] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.41] (She's a king)\n[02:22.35] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:30.03] And they sing New York City\n[02:34.30] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:36.85] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:42.36] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.81] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.58] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:50.57] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:00.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: HERE (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 181734\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 15660\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 15660\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 20740\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20740\n  end_ms: 23180\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23180\n  end_ms: 25820\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  start_ms: 25820\n  end_ms: 28450\n- text: In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  start_ms: 28450\n  end_ms: 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(yeah)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  And they sing New York City\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":20453521,"name":"The Gospel","trackName":"The Gospel","artistName":"Alicia Keys","albumName":"Inolvidable: Mexico City, Mexico","duration":192.928458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\nMomma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\nUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\nWhen he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\nAuntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\nCause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\nGhetto University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\nChange gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\nWhen the Feds coming, everybody be shook\nNow we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\nOn the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.74] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:43.28] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.55] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.29] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:53.58] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:01.18] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:06.05] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.43] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.87] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:13.57] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, 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and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.36] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:28.07] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:30.36] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.82] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.41] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:38.15] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.74] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:43.28] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.55] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.29] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:53.58] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:01.18] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:06.05] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.43] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.87] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:13.57] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The 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be shook\n  start_ms: 33960\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  start_ms: 44220\n  end_ms: 46920\n- text: Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  start_ms: 46920\n  end_ms: 49380\n- text: Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n  start_ms: 49380\n  end_ms: 51580\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 51580\n  end_ms: 56800\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 56800\n  end_ms: 61900\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 61900\n  end_ms: 64860\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 64860\n  end_ms: 66930\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 66930\n  end_ms: 69160\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 69160\n  end_ms: 72330\n- text: I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  start_ms: 72330\n  end_ms: 74750\n- text: If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  start_ms: 74750\n  end_ms: 77460\n- text: It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  start_ms: 77460\n  end_ms: 80580\n- text: I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n  start_ms: 80580\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 85360\n- text: Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n  start_ms: 85360\n  end_ms: 88070\n- text: Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n  start_ms: 88070\n  end_ms: 90360\n- text: Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n  start_ms: 90360\n  end_ms: 92820\n- text: If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n  start_ms: 92820\n  end_ms: 95410\n- text: Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  start_ms: 95410\n  end_ms: 98150\n- text: The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  start_ms: 98150\n  end_ms: 100740\n- text: Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  start_ms: 100740\n  end_ms: 103280\n- text: Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n  start_ms: 103280\n  end_ms: 105550\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n  start_ms: 105550\n  end_ms: 108290\n- text: Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  start_ms: 108290\n  end_ms: 110920\n- text: Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  start_ms: 110920\n  end_ms: 113580\n- text: Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n  start_ms: 113580\n  end_ms: 115930\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 115930\n  end_ms: 121180\n- text: Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  start_ms: 121180\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 128430\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 128430\n  end_ms: 130870\n- text: Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 130870\n  end_ms: 133570\n- 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151310\n- text: And they sing New York City\n  start_ms: 151310\n  end_ms: 152980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 152980\n  end_ms: 159370\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 159370\n  end_ms: 161720\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 161720\n  end_ms: 164430\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 164430\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 169610\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 169610\n  end_ms: 171590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 171590\nplain: |-\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  When 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speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  (Sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (She's a king)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  And they sing New York City\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":15580930,"name":"The Gospel","trackName":"The Gospel","artistName":"Keys Alicia","albumName":"Here","duration":181.693311,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\nMomma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\nUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\nWhen he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\nAuntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\nCause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\nGhetto University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\nChange gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\nWhen the Feds coming, everybody be shook\nNow we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\nOn the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't 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Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:25.86] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.42] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.05] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.53] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.12] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:38.74] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.10] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:43.70] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.41] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:48.72] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.23] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.39] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.48] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:03.97] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.55] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.00] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:11.73] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.45] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.07] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:19.69] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.18] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n[01:25.20] Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n[01:27.59] Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n[01:29.96] Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n[01:32.44] If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n[01:35.19] Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n[01:37.59] The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n[01:40.13] Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n[01:42.50] Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n[01:45.36] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[01:48.09] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[01:50.47] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[01:52.89] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[01:55.44] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:00.50] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:05.51] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:06.89] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:08.81] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:10.62] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:12.20] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:12.33] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:12.46] (Sing)\n[02:12.50] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:14.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:15.43] (Sing)\n[02:15.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:17.20] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.39] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.45] (She's a king)\n[02:22.38] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.50] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:30.05] And they sing New York City\n[02:34.25] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:36.84] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:42.34] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.84] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.58] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:50.54] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:00.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Keys Alicia\n  album: Here\n  duration_ms: 181693\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I 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yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it 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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:16.45] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: Inolvidable- Mexico City, Mexico\n  duration_ms: 181728\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34] Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55] When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87] Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34] Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96] When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[00:39.09] On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n[00:41.88] The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n[00:44.22] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[00:46.92] Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n[00:49.38] Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n[00:51.58] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[00:56.80] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[01:01.90] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:04.86] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:06.93] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:09.16] Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:12.33] I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n[01:14.75] If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n[01:17.46] It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n[01:20.58] I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n[01:22.57] Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the 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oh\n[02:16.96] Oh, oh, oh, oh\n[02:17.26] (Sing)\n[02:17.55] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:17.96] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32] (Sing)\n[02:18.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16] (Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63] (She's a king)\n[02:22.52] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31] And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: Hell’s Kitchen (Original Broadway Cast Recording)\n  duration_ms: 181708\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked 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yeah\n\nI'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\nIf we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\nIt's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\nI know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\nSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\nBroke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\nLife seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\nWhatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\nIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\nGotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\nThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\nPoverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\nTold the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\nThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you could never go back\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nSing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nOh, oh, oh, oh\nOh, oh, oh, oh\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94]I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34]Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08]Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55]When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91]Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87]Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12]Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62]In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34]Change 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yeah\n[02:17.96]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.32](Sing)\n[02:18.59]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:18.83]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:19.16](Gotta sing)\n[02:20.15]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.48]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:20.63](She's a king)\n[02:22.52]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:24.14]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n[02:31.31]And they sing New York City\n[02:32.98]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:39.37]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:41.72]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:44.43]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:47.02]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:49.61]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:51.59]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: Hell's Kitchen (Original Broadway Cast Recording) (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 10940\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18550\n- text: When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 18550\n  end_ms: 20910\n- text: Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  start_ms: 20910\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 26120\n- text: Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  start_ms: 26120\n  end_ms: 28620\n- text: In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  start_ms: 28620\n  end_ms: 31340\n- text: Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  start_ms: 31340\n  end_ms: 33960\n- text: When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  start_ms: 33960\n  end_ms: 36670\n- text: Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  start_ms: 36670\n  end_ms: 39090\n- text: On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n  start_ms: 39090\n  end_ms: 41880\n- text: The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  start_ms: 41880\n  end_ms: 44220\n- text: 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164430\n  end_ms: 167020\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 167020\n  end_ms: 169610\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 169610\n  end_ms: 171590\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 171590\nplain: |-\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n  Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n  Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n  In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n  Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n  When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n  Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n  On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the crasp\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at\n  Everybody got a path but you could never go back\n\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Oh, oh, oh, oh\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?\n  If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?\n  It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids\n  I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is\n  Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest\n  Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies\n  Life seems hard, nothing ever comes easy\n  Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light\n  If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?\n  Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth\n  The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof\n  Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth\n  Told the streets don't let me go like I'm bishop and juice\n\n  The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n  Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n  Tryna hit the top, the 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yeah\n(Sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(Gotta sing)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n(She's a king)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\nAnd they sing New York City\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.94]I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[00:13.34]Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[00:16.08]Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[00:18.55]When he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[00:20.91]Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[00:23.87]Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[00:26.12]Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[00:28.62]In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[00:31.34]Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke\n[00:33.96]When the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[00:36.67]Now we doing life like 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yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (Gotta sing)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  (She's a king)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)\n  And they sing New York City\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":36223061,"name":"The Gospel (Live from Movistar Arena Buenos Aires, Argentina)","trackName":"The Gospel (Live from Movistar Arena Buenos Aires, Argentina)","artistName":"Alicia Keys","albumName":"Inolvidable Buenos Aires Argentina (Live from Movistar Arena Buenos Aires, Argentina)","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I feel like history on the turntable\nOld school to new school\nLike nothing ever been realer\n\nI'm the history of the turntables\nI'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables\nI'm Nina Simone in the park\n\nHarlem in the dark\nI'm the musical to the project fables\nI'm the words scratched out on the record label\n\nI'm the wind when the record spins\nI'm the dramatic static before the song begins\nI'm the еrratic energy that gets in your skin\nAnd if you don't lеt me in\nI'm the shot in the air when the party ends\n\nBuenos Aires\n\nLet me hear you say \"yeah\"\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\nMama cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\nUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\nAnd when he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\nAuntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n'Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\nGhetto University, knowledge is all it took\nIn the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n\nChange gon' come, spirit of Sam Cooke\nAnd when the Feds coming, everybody be shook\nNow we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\nOn the chain gang, always singing into the coffin\nRoaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\nCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\nI'm tryna hit the top 'cause the bottom ain't where it's at\nEverybody got a path but you can never go back, oh\n\nLet me hear you say \"yeah\"\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.56] I feel like history on the turntable\n[00:29.17] Old school to new school\n[00:31.49] Like nothing ever been realer\n[00:38.19] I'm the history of the turntables\n[00:41.52] I'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables\n[00:45.82] I'm Nina Simone in the park\n[00:51.38] Harlem in the dark\n[00:54.98] I'm the musical to the project fables\n[00:59.10] I'm the words scratched out on the record label\n[01:04.18] \n[01:06.60] I'm the wind when the record spins\n[01:09.46] I'm the dramatic static before the song begins\n[01:13.44] I'm the еrratic energy that gets in your skin\n[01:17.07] And if you don't lеt me in\n[01:19.33] I'm the shot in the air when the party ends\n[01:26.65] Buenos Aires\n[01:30.95] Let me hear you say \"yeah\"\n[01:32.68] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:34.77] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:37.26] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:39.97] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)\n[01:42.56] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:45.02] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:47.61] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:50.35] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)\n[01:52.94] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:55.98] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:57.95] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:00.59] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:02.62] I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n[02:05.78] Mama cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n[02:08.44] Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n[02:10.88] And when he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n[02:13.66] Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook\n[02:16.13] 'Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books\n[02:18.97] Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took\n[02:21.57] In the tenement I was listenin' to the hook\n[02:26.95] Change gon' come, spirit of Sam Cooke\n[02:29.56] And when the Feds coming, everybody be shook\n[02:32.26] Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin\n[02:34.95] On the chain gang, always singing into the coffin\n[02:37.56] Roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks\n[02:40.13] Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts\n[02:42.79] I'm tryna hit the top 'cause the bottom ain't where it's at\n[02:45.13] Everybody got a path but you can never go back, oh\n[02:50.19] \n[02:57.45] Let me hear you say \"yeah\"\n[02:58.94] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[02:59.58] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:03.63] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:06.22] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)\n[03:07.14] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:08.00] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:08.08] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:08.08] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[03:08.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gospel (Live from Movistar Arena Buenos Aires, Argentina)\n  artist: Alicia Keys\n  album: Inolvidable Buenos Aires Argentina (Live from Movistar Arena Buenos Aires, Argentina)\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I feel like history on the turntable\n  start_ms: 21560\n  end_ms: 29170\n- text: Old school to new school\n  start_ms: 29170\n  end_ms: 31490\n- text: Like nothing ever been realer\n  start_ms: 31490\n  end_ms: 38190\n- text: I'm the history of the turntables\n  start_ms: 38190\n  end_ms: 41520\n- text: I'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables\n  start_ms: 41520\n  end_ms: 45820\n- text: I'm Nina Simone in the park\n  start_ms: 45820\n  end_ms: 51380\n- text: Harlem in the dark\n  start_ms: 51380\n  end_ms: 54980\n- text: I'm the 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(Oh)\n  start_ms: 99970\n  end_ms: 102560\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 102560\n  end_ms: 105020\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 105020\n  end_ms: 107610\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 107610\n  end_ms: 110350\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)\n  start_ms: 110350\n  end_ms: 112940\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 112940\n  end_ms: 115980\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 115980\n  end_ms: 117950\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 117950\n  end_ms: 120590\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 120590\n  end_ms: 122620\n- text: I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  start_ms: 122620\n  end_ms: 125780\n- text: Mama cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  start_ms: 125780\n  end_ms: 128440\n- text: Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  start_ms: 128440\n  end_ms: 130880\n- text: And when he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'\n  start_ms: 130880\n  end_ms: 133660\n- 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turntables\n  I'm the mystery of what's inside the speaker cables\n  I'm Nina Simone in the park\n\n  Harlem in the dark\n  I'm the musical to the project fables\n  I'm the words scratched out on the record label\n\n  I'm the wind when the record spins\n  I'm the dramatic static before the song begins\n  I'm the еrratic energy that gets in your skin\n  And if you don't lеt me in\n  I'm the shot in the air when the party ends\n\n  Buenos Aires\n\n  Let me hear you say \"yeah\"\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n\n  I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto\n  Mama cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling\n  Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon\n  And when he got pinched, he told them 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