But una wey nor dey obey mi; wey don forget my holy mountin. Wey prepare tabol for Gad wey bi Babilon god kon mix drink for dat god wey dem dey kol Destiny, wey dey give hope and luck to pipol,
Di ones wey fall for where stones dey, na di pipol wey hear God word kon receive am with happiness, but dem nor get rut. Dem bilive small, but wen wahala kom, dem nor bilive again.