Us stay had it awready, Cuz da peopo dat ack high makamaka An no mo notting fo do, Talk stink bout us an laugh. An da proud peopo dat put Plenny presha on us, Dey stay make jalike us guys notting.
Da peopo dat stay agains me, Dey like make me come shame, Jalike my bones real sore, Enuff fo kill me. All day dey talk: “Eh! Yoa God, how come He no stay by you?!”
Eryting inside stay all bum out. Still yet, I goin tink plenny Bout you, my God, No matta I stay on top Mount Hermon O on top da Mizar Hill, An inside da land Wea da Jordan Riva start.
I look real hard, But no mo nobody dea fo help me. Bum me out dat nobody dea kokua me. Az why I use my powa fo do wat I gotta do. I stay huhu, an dass wat wen kokua me.
He go back by his guys, an dey stay sleeping. He tell Peter, “So, wat? Simon, how come you stay sleeping? You guys no can stay up wit me fo ony one hour, o wat?
Den Jesus tell, “Right now I feel all funny kine inside. Wat I goin tell? ‘Faddah, no let me mahke!’? No way I goin tell dat! Dass why I wen come hea, fo me mahke.
You know wat? Da time goin come, an almos stay hea now, wen all you guys goin bag, an scatta all ova da place. Erybody goin go his place, an I no goin stay by nobody. But I no stay by nobody, cuz my Faddah stay by me.