7 I nor fit sleep, I bi like bird wey only en dey on-top roof.
Yu nor dey let mi sleep and I too dey weak to pray!
Pipol wey I love and wey bi my friends, dey run from mi, bikos dem dey fear my diziz. Even my own family membas stand for far dey look mi.
Di way I dey find God, sirious pass as gateman dey wait make day break. Yes o-o, e sirious pass as gateman dey do for morning.
My God, na evriday I dey koll Yu, but Yu nor dey ansa. Na evry nite Yu dey hear my vois, yet I still dey sofa.
I don kry sotey my vois don krack and my neck don long like Ostrich own.