Wyclef Jean Lyrics

Album: THE PREACHER'S SON

Grateful Lyrics

[Wyclef Jean]

 This is as real as it gets y'all

 And it don't get no realer than this

 This is as real as it gets y'all, huh

 

 [Wyclef Jean]

 Maybe my mother, coulda been my father

 Perhaps it was my sister, probably my brother

 Maybe the church, coulda been the street

 Perhaps it was the guitar, or Jerry Wonder beats

 Maybe the money when I didn't have a dime

 Maybe a way out before committing crimes

 Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was Pras

 Probably the mirror looking dead in my eyes

 Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop

 Maybe my fans at the show saying don't stop

 Probably the struggle of all refugees

 Maybe the sign how the diamonds bling-bling, ching-ching

 Ring ring, there's a call from my wifey, whoo

 Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep calling me

 And 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 streets

 A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC

 Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life

 A preacher's son, first one on the run

 I'm grateful that I haven't been shot

 Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock

 W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful

 

 [Wyclef Jean]

 Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go

 Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul

 Coulda been Pablo, king of Yayo

 Or a pimp with a limp screaming we don't love them hoes

 Oh no, God knows, perhaps I was chosen

 A source of inspiration for the next generation

 And 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 streets

 A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC

 Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life

 A preacher's son, first one on the run

 I'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 now

 You can make it like I made it

 Don't let anyone tell you different

 When doors close another door will open

 Many have called but my people are chosen

 You can make it if I made it

 Don't let anyone tell you different

 When doors close another door will open, yeah

 Many have called but my people are chosen, yeah

 

 [Wyclef Jean]

 A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets

 A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC (yeah)

 Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life

 A preacher's son, first one on the run

 I'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