My life, all poho, Cuz I stay real sore inside. I ony goin live short time, Cuz all da time I stay moaning. Befo I strong, but now I ony tired, Cuz a da bad tings I wen do. Even my bones come weak.
I yell to you real plenny fo you help me. Az why I stay tired! Az why my throat feel jalike stay burn, An my eyes come weak. You my God, I stay wait Fo you fo do someting.
I cry till my eyes no can see notting. I suffa inside my gut. Jalike my heart pour out on top da groun. Cuz my Jerusalem peopo come wipe out awready. Da bebes an da kids pass out On top da streets inside Jerusalem.