18 But wen somebody pull up da plant from wea he grow, Az jalike da garden tell da plant, ‘I donno you, I neva even see you!’
Dey goin come wipe out foeva, jalike da doodoo dey make. Da peopo dat see dem befo time goin tell, ‘Wea dey stay?’
Da peopo dat wen see dem No goin see um one mo time. Da place wea dey wen stay, Nobody stay dea now.
Dey no goin dea house no moa, Jalike dea place donno dem.”
Whoeva see me now, bumbye dey no goin see me no moa. You goin look fo me, but I goin be gone awready!
Jalike one plant dat twis dea roots all ova da small stones, An look fo one place fo hang on to da rocks.
An den da wind blow litto bit, An no mo da flowa. An even da place Wea da flowa wen grow, Nobody rememba.
Ony litto bit moa, An no goin get Da peopo dat do bad kine stuff. You goin look all ova da place Wea dey stay befo, An dey no goin be dea.
Den one day, I wen go by dea, An you know wat?! No mo da bad guy! I wen go look fo him, But no can find um.
Dis wat dey no undastan: No matta da bad kine peopo come up All ova da place jalike grass, An all da bad guys Dat stay do wass wrong Look good, Jalike wen da flowas come out, God goin wipe um out, An dey goin stay wipe out foeva!