Grateful Lyrics - The Preacher's Son - Wyclef Jean

(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 

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(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 

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(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