Carnival, Vol II: Memoirs of an Immigrant lyrics

[Wyclef Jean]
Yeah
Its those Jersey boys

[Paul Simon]
La la la
La la

[Wyclef Jean]
I heard a man say Jesus walks
Me
Myself
I heard Jesus talks 'cause when I heard his beat I felt Jesus force
I heard it through the wire that he made it out the coma from a fast car
It was a fast car

Yeah

Every day is like the wild
Wild west
Some of us are bad boys
Some of us are outlawed

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 dont 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

[Intro - Wyclef Jean]:
Good morning America
I wanna welcome y'all to Egypt, the land of the pyramids, yeah
We got the UK in the house, U.S., India
Jerusalem, people in Israel, shalom~!
In the New Jerusalem, Jersey, ya hearrrrd me
China, Africa, South America
My people in Russia, I see y'all in Brooklyn
Canada, Asia, okay, let's go - yeah
Hollywood to Bollywood
Get ready India, I'm coming!

[Intro: Wyclef Jean]
Yo Serj, pass me that lighta

[Serj] Here ya go man
Different shades of...

[Wyclef] Yeah... yeah, yeah!

[Serj] Flowers, smiling through the battlefield!

[Verse One: Wyclef Jean]
The break is over man, I'm back with the ink pen
Like Ali bomaye okay I'm on my second wind
Used to roll dice when the luck was on my side man
Four-five-six, walked away with a grand man