Wyclef Jean - Grateful

      
 
 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