This is so legit.

Most of the time “reality TV” is anything but. But I can vouge for this one.

One time, by a whirlwind of serendipity, I found myself in the studio for a week with Wyclef, Platinum Studios, NYC. The place was filled with huge hip hop stars and massive music legends including the titan himself, Clef.

Then, in walks this tiny old Hatian woman with a foil pan about as wide as she was tall, Wyclef’s mom.

After she she peeled the foil off of top of the pan revealing a mountain of chicken and rice, she plopped down a handful for her son to taste.

Don’t get me wrong – Wyclef gangster af. But when his mom walked in, he was still her pitit gason.

Respect.