I tell: “You, my God! But I stay get plenny shame! Real plenny shame, so I no can even look up to you, my God. Da bad tings us guys stay do, jalike one big pile a rubbish dat mo high den oua head! Da shame fo do all dat bad kine stuff, jalike go all da way up to da sky!
Anybody you pick an bring um nea you Fo dem make house Nex to yoa Temple, Dey can stay good inside. Az fo shua! Az good, us come yoa house, Da place dat stay spesho fo you— Us no goin need notting moa.