Grateful Julianne
[Intro]
[C#]This is as r[B]eal as it gets [Am]y'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, [B]coulda been my father
[A]Perhaps it was my sister, p[B]robably 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
[Cborus]
A m[C#]an with a guitar, a d[B]ude from the streets
A c[A]at with a song, a R[B]eFugee MC
[C#]Wyclef Jean, a F[B]ugee for life
A [C#]preacher's son, f[B]irst one on the run
I'm gr[A]ateful that I h[B]aven't been shot
[C#]Stopped by the cops and they d[B]idn't find a glock
[C#]W-Y-C-[B]L-E-F, I'm gr[A]ateful[B]
[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
[Cborus]
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
[Cborus]
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
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