Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alicia Keys
Lead Vocals
Mark Batson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alicia Keys
Songwriter
Mark Batson
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Shawn Martin
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Jason S. Hunter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alicia Keys
Producer
Mark Batson
Producer
The Il'Luminaries
Producer
Ann Mincieli
Recording Engineer
Val Brathwaite
Assistant Engineer
Ramon Rivas
Assistant Engineer
Sean Klein
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brendan Morawski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Kez Khou
Assistant Engineer
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I said we're all God's children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked the soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
And when he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
'Cause every job he had, they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto University, knowledge is all it took
In the tenement, I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, the spirit of Sam Cooke
And when the Feds coming, everybody be shook
Now we doing life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
I'm tryna hit the top 'cause the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a path, but you can never go back
[PreChorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm telling you like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door, when brothers be doing bids
I know it sound wrong but the dope'll be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl's the illest
Broke mirrors and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard when nothing ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark, won't always become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
I gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pulling a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
Roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
I'm tryna hit the top 'cause the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a path, but you can never go back
[PreChorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
You gotta sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a king
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And they sing New York City
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Written by: Alicia Keys, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Jason Hunter, Kasseem Dean, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Mark Batson, Robert Diggs, Shawn Martin


