[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
  
  [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