Why my pipol nor ansa wen I go meet dem sey I go save dem? Why dem nor ansa wen I koll dem? I nor get pawa rish to save dem? But I fit kommand di sea make e dry kon turn river to desert, so dat di fish dem go die.
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.
So dis mean sey na wetin good kill mi? No! But na sin pawa wey dey inside mi, na-im kill mi; bikos e use wetin good bring deat and naw, wi dey si how sin bad and wiked rish.