Den God, Da One In Charge, take dirt from da groun an make one guy. God blow on top his face fo make da guy come alive. Az how da guy get life inside him.
You gotta bus ass an sweat Fo get enuff food outa da groun, An afta, you goin go back to da dirt Cuz I wen make you outa da dirt. You come from dirt, An you goin come dirt one mo time.”
Den even mo he goin poin finga Da peopo dat live inside dese bodies! Dea bodies jalike one house dey make from clay Dat get foundation on top da dirt. Can smash dem mo easy den smash one moth!
How come you no hemo da shame I get cuz I do bad kine stuff?! An let me go from da wrong tings I wen do?! Cuz pretty soon I goin be inside da dirt! Wen you look fo me, I no goin stay no moa!”
Befo time, strong, me. But now I all weak, Jalike wen da mud dry up from da sun. My tongue stay real dry, az why I no can move um. You wen throw me down on top da dirt fo me mahke dea!
“Bummahs! fo anybody dat make argue Wit da One dat wen make dem! Dey notting. Dey jalike one piece from one broke pot, An anodda piece from broke pots Dat get all ova da groun. You tink da clay aks da guy dat make pots, ‘Wat you stay making, aah?! Da stuff you make Look jalike you no mo hands!’
No mo nobody know wat kine god you, So nobody call you fo help um. No mo nobody try fo hang in dea wit you, Cuz you no like even look at us guys. You make us lose fight, So da bad kine stuff we do, take ova us.
“You Israel peopo, how come you guys tink I no can make wit you guys jalike dis guy make wit da clay pot?! Fo me, you guys jalike da clay dis guy use fo make clay pots wit his hands.
Da guy dat make pots, he get da right fo use da clay fo make spesho kine pots. O if he like, he use da same clay fo make pots fo put junk kine stuff inside.
Us guys get plenny rich kine stuff from God inside us, no matta us jus regula kine peopo. Dass fo show dat da fo real powa come from God, an az not from us guys. Dass jalike wen somebody get rich kine stuff inside cheap kine dishes.