Wyclef Jean - Grateful Lyrics
[Wyclef Jean]This is as real as it gets y'allAnd it don't get no realer than thisThis is as real as it gets y'all, huh[Wyclef Jean]Maybe my mother, coulda been my fatherPerhaps it was my sister, probably my brotherMaybe the church, coulda been the streetPerhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beatsMaybe the money when I didn't have a dimeMaybe a way out before committing crimesCoulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was PrasProbably the mirror looking dead in my eyesCoulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hopMaybe my fans at the show saying don't stopProbably the struggle of all refugeesMaybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling, ching-chingRing ring, there's a call from my wifey, whooPerhaps I gotta make it home but music keep calling meAnd maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being[Wyclef Jean]A man with a guitar, a dude from the streetsA cat with a song, a ReFugee MCWyclef Jean, a Fugee for lifeA preacher's son, first one on the runI'm grateful that I haven't been shotStopped by the cops and they didn't find a glockW-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful[Wyclef Jean]Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to goLord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soulCoulda been Pablo, king of YayoOr a pimp with a limp screaming we don't love them hoesOh no, God knows, perhaps I was chosenA source of inspiration for the next generationAnd maybe it's all I know, whatever it is I'm grateful for being[Wyclef Jean]A man with a guitar, a dude from the streetsA cat with a song, a ReFugee MCWyclef Jean, a Fugee for lifeA preacher's son, first one on the runI'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful[Wyclef Jean]Everybody sing along nowYou can make it like I made itDon't let anyone tell you differentWhen doors close another door will openMany have called but my people are chosenYou can make it if I made itDon't let anyone tell you differentWhen doors close another door will open, yeahMany have called but my people are chosen, yeah[Wyclef Jean]A man with a guitar, a dude from the streetsA cat with a song, a ReFugee MC (yeah)Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for lifeA preacher's son, first one on the runI'm grateful that I haven't been shot (shot)Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock (glock)W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful 
