Den Zedekiah, Kenaanah boy, go an slap Mikaiah head. He aks, “Wat way dat spirit from Da One In Charge go wen he go from me fo tell you fo bulai me, aah?!”
Get guys dat wen wack my back wit whips, An I let um wack me. Get guys dat wen pull out my beard, An I let um. I no hide from da guys dat like make me come shame An spit on my face.
Bring all yoa army guys togedda, You Jerusalem guys, dat get Babylon army guys All aroun yoa big town! Da peopo dat stay agains us, Dey goin wack da leada fo da Israel peopo On top da cheek wit one stick.
Even now we stay hungry, but we still no mo food an no mo notting fo drink. We ony get puka kine clotheses. Peopo beat us wit sticks. We no mo place fo stay.
Someting wrong, aah? Jam up, if you guys take each odda in front da judge. Mo betta you let da odda guy go if he do wrong to you! If he steal from you mo betta jus let um take da stuff!
You guys let da odda guys go wen dey make any kine to you. Dey make you guys jalike dea slaves. Dey rip you guys off. Dey scam you guys. Dey ack jalike you guys notting, an dey importan. Dey slap yoa head. An still yet you guys let um ack lidat.
An wen dey wen throw some a yoa frenz inside jail, you guys wen feel love an pity fo dem. An you guys even wen stay good inside no matta peopo wen rip off yoa stuffs. Cuz you guys know dat time dat you guys da ones dat get da mo betta stuffs, da kine dat stay foeva.