Emmanuelle Songtext
von Wyclef Jean

You made it, we made it
Jerry Wonder let them horns go, I′m ready
(We made it, we made it, I made it, we made it, you made it)
Yeah

I used to think the children were the future
When Whitney Houston sang it
I was just a freshman
They used to call me the wild Haitian

They said I'd be dead up in the alley
Put up your lighters for those that ain′t here
Push up your lighters for those that ain't here
Let me see some fire for those that ain't here
Cause we here
Praise to the king of kings
Emmanuel, El Shaddai
He put me high, high, high, high


High, high, high, high, high
No more looting, no more robbing
No more stabbing, no more jacking
Allah, most high
He put me high, high, high, high

I could′ve been homeless on the street
An alcoholic with no teeth
With a sign that say, give me something to eat
In the scorching sun, no shoes for my feet
Or maybe Times Square would′ve been where I sleep
Wake up with the rats, fighting over the cheese
And by the time you go to take that train
I'd be playing that guitar asking you for change

I used to think the children were the future
When Whitney Houston sang it

I was back in high school
Guidance counselor called her a fool
He said she be tricking up in the alley
Cause she confessing about her pregnancy
Another Brenda with another baby
Her daddy gone, it′s the same story
But she here
Praise to the king of kings
Emmanuel, El Shaddai


He put her high, high, high, high
High, high, high, high, high
No more weeping, no more sadness
No disaster, only laughter
Allah, most high

So high, oh high

I could've pull up in a Ford Taurus
Ski mask up, guns the size of walrus
Mystery killing another rap artist
It′s so hard to say goodbye, we singing with the chorus
For the price of fame, I seen him blew his brain
Suicidal like Kurt Cobain
I wish I had the chance to tell him things would change
He didn't even get the chance to see the Range
That I bought him for his birthday

I used to think the children were the future
When Whitney Houston sang it
I was just a freshman
They used to call me the wild Haitian

They said I′d be dead up in the alley
Put up your lighters for those that ain't here
Push up your lighters for those that ain't here
Let me see some fire for those that ain′t here
Cause we here
Praise to the king of kings
Emmanuel, El Shaddai
He put me high, high, high, high

High, high, high, high, high
No more looting, no more robbing
No more stabbing, no more jacking
Allah, most high
He put me high, high, high, high

You made it, we made it
You made it, we made it, I made it, we made it, you made it
Yeah
You made it, we made it, you made it, we
Made it, I made it, we made it, you made it
Yeah