[Intro] C# B Am 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 [Verse 1] C# B Maybe my mother, coulda been my father A B 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 [Chorus] C# B A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets A B A cat with a song, a ReFugee MC C# B Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life C# B A preacher's son, first one on the run A B I'm grateful that I haven't been shot C# B Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock C# B A B W-Y-C-L-E-F, I'm grateful [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