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
 (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