My big town dea Jalike one shack in da middo a one grape field, An jalike fo guard one cucumba field, Jalike one big town wit army guys all aroun, Get ready fo bus up da town.
“I hear somebody yell jalike one wahine dat stay hurt plenny! She moan jalike she stay born her firs bebe. Az da Jerusalem peopo yelling! Jalike dey stay try fo breave but no can. Jalike dey put out dea hands an tell, ‘Bummahs! Help me! I goin pass out! Da guys dat like kill me stay hea!’ ”
Da Boss come huhu wit da Jerusalem peopo. He stay cova dem jalike wit one cloud! Da Israel peopo was awesome jalike da sky, But jalike he wen throw um down all da way to da groun. Wen he come huhu wit dem, He no even proteck his Temple.
No mo notting I can tell fo help you guys! You Jerusalem peopo, no mo nobody stay suffa jalike you guys suffa! I no can talk bout wat happen to odda peopo, Fo help make you guys feel mo betta! Yoa cut stay real deep, jalike da ocean. Who goin make you come good?! Nobody!
Da peopo dat wen eat fancy kine food befo time, Now dey stay live on da streets an no mo notting fo eat. Da ones dat wen grow up in fancy kine clotheses befo time, Now dey lay on top da rubbish piles.
Tink bout da mos easy an nice wahine dat stay wit you guys. Her da one dat get plenny aloha, an she no even let da bottom a her feets touch da groun. Even dat one goin go agains her husban dat she love, o her boys an girls.