E nor go make any difrence even if yu get all di tins for dis world or sey yu like di world well-well, bikos as wi know, di world go soon vanish komot.
Food and wota nor go hongry dem again. Sun and desert heat nor go burn dem again, bikos na di pesin wey love dem, go lead dem. E go lead dem go where wota for dey flow.
Efraim pipol, una own don finish! Una glory dey fade like flower wey breeze blow trowey, bikos una leaders don drink well-well and even with all di perfume wey dem spray, dem still sleep for dirty, bikos di drink don katch dem well-well.
If God make grass fine like dis, grass wey una go si today and tumoro dem go trow am for fire, E nor go dress una pass dem? Una faith small well-well o-o.