Get peopo dat ack high makamaka Dat like put trap fo catch me. Dey spread out one rope net fo grab me. Dey put plenny trap Fo catch me by da road. (Time out fo da music.)
Cuz dem guys no stay talk bout How fo make eryting Come good fo erybody. Dey ony talk bout how dey goin bulai Da peopo dat no make trouble Inside dea land.
Da peopo dat stay look fo me fo kill me, I like fo dem come shame An lose face in front erybody. Wen dey make one plan fo make me suffa, I like fo dem turn aroun an run away, Back to da place wea dey live, Wit plenny shame.
Cuz get peopo I donno Dat stay come agains me. Dese da kine guys dat no bodda dem wen dey hurt peopo. Dey da ones dat like kill me! An dey no give a rip bout you, God. (Time out fo da music.)