I tink lidis: “Eh! How come I stay all bum out inside? How come I stay moan?! Mo betta I wait fo God help me! Cuz you know wat? I goin get good tings fo tell Bout him still yet! Him, he da God fo me, An he stay get me outa trouble.”
Jalike he stay eat ashes. His head all jam up An make um tink da wrong way. He no can get outa trouble Az why he no mahke. He no can tell, ‘Dis ting in my hand stay bulai me!’
“No tell da Filisha peopo Gat side bout dis! No cry bout dis in front da peopo inside Akko, da Crying Town. You peopo inside Bet-Ofrah, da Dirt Town, Go roll inside da dirt fo show you guys stay bum out.
Dey goin eat dirt jalike da snake, An odda tings dat crawl on top da groun. Dey goin come from dea places wea dey live To oua God, dass Da One In Charge a us, An dey goin shake cuz dey stay plenny sked a you guys.”