Make doz wey dey wise, undastand dis tins. Make doz wey get sense, listin well-well. God ways dey true and e dey rite too and pipol wey dey raitious, dey follow am as dem dey live dia life. But doz wey dey sin, go stagga fall.
“Na like dis di matter take end. But for mi, Daniel, my mind kon dey disturb mi well-well and I kon kover my face bikos I dey fear. But I still keep evritin to mysef.”