But if you go back inside Jerusalem town an tell Absalom, ‘My king, I goin be yoa worka guy. I wen work fo yoa faddah from long time, an now I goin work fo you,’ den you goin help me an make wateva Ahitofel tell Absalom fo do, come no good, aah?!
I eighty year ol now, you know. I no can tell if someting stay good o bad. I no can taste wat I eat o drink. I no can hear da voices from da guys an wahines wen dey sing. How come I goin make mo work fo you, my boss da king, aah?