How I wish dem know wetin I dey tink for my mind, den dem for fit prish my message give my pipol, so dat dem go stop di kind life wey dem dey live and di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do.
I nor go koll una savant again, bikos savant nor dey undastand wetin en oga dey do, but I dey koll una my friend, bikos I don show una evritin wey I hear from my Papa.