Verse 1:
Praying for paris, what I say is true
And I don’t know about you but
I’m praying for no more bombings
I’m not sure who is who. And bombers wilding
Taking life away so soon, the people are
So scared, they lock them self like a cocoon
People run inside they house and stay until it’s noon
While I’m rapping this up in my room. Can’t fool
The capital, they know what's real. You’ve lost
Loved ones once so you know how they feel
Watch these family’s of love one’s as they heal
Rippin hearts out of they chest, watch as they peal
All these terrorist need to chill. Making things less painful
If they sit still, and they life going down hill, and they need
To stop tryna kill. Who is gonna take the bill? Guess we’ll
Have to wait until, one of these phonies fess up the thrill
Most of the people had their will
Life goes on

Verse 2:
People hurting on inside, why you gotta make them cry, bling bling bling, its alright, they’ll make it by. Have the halo on top they head, let them touch the sky. Give em wings to fly so high, they gon have to try. I hear them calling, terrorist with alcohol and have them ballin, have the souls all let them fall and its been said a wise man should have money in his head, but not in his hands. Member that time, long ago, with the shootings. Lots of singing, and many more carol bringing. Its time for me to ask, if it’s okay to think about all the past
Life goes on

Verse 3:
I see the vision, killings what they givin. Hati and paris are the division, and killins is they superstition. Watch for collision, it was terrorists decision, watch them revision the world with fire and derision. And if you never though that the killins was bad, 100 dead is what makes the shit so fucking sad. And all paris is mad. A glimps of sad I never had and I’m glad, that life goes on
That life goes on. That life goes on