Wen yoa good frenz tell you, You wen do someting wrong, You feel jalike dey make you bleed, But still yet, you can trus dem. Wen somebody dat hate you kiss you plenny time Az cuz dey stay bulai you.
Dey grumble bout God an Moses. Dey tell, “How come you bring us guys outa Egypt? Fo make us mahke inside da boonies, o wat?! No mo bread! No mo watta! An us hate dis no good kine manna food!”