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[Intro]
C#This is as rHeal as it gets Amy'all And it don't get no realer than this This is as real as it gets y'all, huh
[Verse 1]
C#Maybe my mother, Hcoulda been my father APerhaps it was my sister, pHrobably 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
[Chorus]
A mC#an with a guitar, a dHude from the streets A cAat with a song, a RHeFugee MC C#Wyclef Jean, a FHugee for life A C#preacher's son, fHirst one on the run I'm grAateful that I hHaven't been shot C#Stopped by the cops and they dHidn't find a glock C#W-Y-C-HL-E-F, I'm grAateful H
[Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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