Dass why he make one good judge Fo da peopo dat no mo notting. Wen dis judge make up his mind, He goin do da right ting fo da peopo all ova da world Dat no tink dey numba one. Da stuff he tell cuz he da judge, Dat goin bus up peopo all ova da world, An wipe out da ones dat do bad kine stuff.
An fo you make da peopo dat live dose towns Get ony litto bit powa. Dey lose fight an come shame. Dey come jalike da plants dat grow inside one field, Da young green grass O da grass dat grow on top da roof O on top wea you plow fo plant da wheat, Wea da sun burn um befo can grow.
Dey jalike plants Dat somebody stick inside da groun, O throw da seed, An den dey start fo grow one root inside da groun. Right den an dea, dey pau, Jalike God blow on top um An dey come all dry, An den one storm come An blow um away, Jalike da junk kine stuff from da wheat.
Da One In Charge tell, “Me, I da One Dat give you guys good kine words An make you feel good. But how come you sked a peopo Dat ony goin mahke bumbye?! Da peopo dat goin mahke jalike da grass?!
Eh! Look! You guys figga you goin harves plenny wheat an barley, but you guys harves ony litto bit stuff. Da stuff you guys bring back, I blow um away! How come? Cuz all you guys run aroun plenny fo take kea yoa house, same time my house stay all bus up.
Da rich braddah, he can feel good inside too, cuz he know dat da rich kine stuffs he get no goin stay foeva, an he goin mahke too, jalike da wild flowa dry up.
Da sun come up an come real hot, an make da plant dry up. Den da flowa fall down, an da plant no look nice no moa. Same ting fo da rich braddah—he stay work fo make his money, but jalike da flowa, he goin mahke.