Текст: Wyclef Jean. Heaven's In New York.

If it was my last day on earth I'd treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in, so innocent so pure
With no thoughts of insecurity, live life to the fullest
Be what I wanna be last day on earth

I tell my momma, don? t cry
I'll see my daddy in paradise
Where the blind can see, the mute can talk
The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in New York

First thing I'd do is go back in time
Take the twin towers, put it back in the skyline
Tell my girl, two wrongs still don? t make a right
Make love for the last time under the candlelight

Pick up my homies at the gentleman club
After that hit, man, I sucked
As a quarterback remember getting sacked
Man, almost broke my back

If it was my last day on earth I'd treat it like my first
Go out the way I came in, so innocent, so pure
With no thoughts of insecurity, live life to the fullest
Be what I wanna be last day on earth

I tell my girl, don't cry
I'm with my daddy in paradise