Wen somebody huhu wit you, Dey make eryting real hard fo you. Wen dey like get you back, Feel jalike one flood wipe you out. But mo worse wen somebody stay jealous. Nobody can handle dat.
An I stay tink bout all da hard work an eryting dat peopo stay do. An how come dey do um? Fo shua, cuz one guy tink he do someting mo betta den some odda guy do um. Dat no make sense too. Dey chase afta da wind.
Da One In Charge, dat kine peopo no can see notting! Dey donno dat you stay put up yoa hand awready Fo use yoa powa fo punish dem! I like dey come shame wen dey look An see dat you stay go all out fo yoa peopo, An jalike you make da fire burn up an kill Da peopo dat stay agains you.
So wen all da peopo come togedda, Pilate aks um, “Who you guys like me let go fo you? You like Barabbas? O you like Jesus da guy dey call da Christ Guy, da one dey tell God wen sen um?”
Pilate still stay sit on top da judge chair, an his wife sen somebody by him fo tell, “No bodda wit dat Jesus guy cuz he neva do notting bad. I wen suffa plenny inside one dream cuz a him!”