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 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 committin' crimes Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was PrasProbably the mirror lookin' dead in my eyes Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop Maybe my fans at the show sayin' 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 Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep callin' me And maybe it's all I know,Whatever it is I'm grateful for being 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 Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul Coulda been Pablo, king of YayoOr a pimp with a limp screamin' 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 knowWhatever it is I'm grateful for being 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 Everybody sing along now you can make it like I made itDon'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 itDon't let anyone tell you different When doors close another door will open, yeah Many have called but my people are chosen, yeah 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
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 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 committin' crimes Coulda been Lauryn, perhaps it was PrasProbably the mirror lookin' dead in my eyes Coulda been reggae, or the love of hip-hop Maybe my fans at the show sayin' 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 Perhaps I gotta make it home but music keep callin' me And maybe it's all I know,Whatever it is I'm grateful for being 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 Coulda been a crack fiend with no place to go Lord, oh mighty God, have mercy on my soul Coulda been Pablo, king of YayoOr a pimp with a limp screamin' 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 knowWhatever it is I'm grateful for being 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 Everybody sing along now you can make it like I made itDon'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 itDon't let anyone tell you different When doors close another door will open, yeah Many have called but my people are chosen, yeah 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
