No talk too much! Bumbye you goin tell someting An peopo goin come all huhu wit you. Da guys dat tink firs befo dey open dea mout, Dey undastan real good wat dey suppose to do.
Da peopo dat know wat fo do erytime, Dey make wat dey know Soun good fo erybody. Da stupid head peopo wit attitude, Ony stupid kine stuff come outa dea mout.
“Az why no mo notting mo betta, den fo peopo do dea work an stay good inside, cuz az why dey stay hea. No mo nobody can make dem see wat goin happen to dem bumbye!”
So who know wass good fo peopo do all da time dey stay alive? Dey ony get short time fo live, jalike one shadow dat no stay long time, an dat no make sense. An who can tell dem wat goin happen unda da sun afta dey mahke?
So wen eryting go good, stay good inside. But wen eryting go bad, figga lidis: God make good tings an bad tings happen. Az why no mo nobody can figga wat goin happen bumbye.
So I tink bout all dis. From dat, fo shua God da One stay in charge a da peopo dat do da right kine stuff an know wat fo do erytime. But nobody know if peopo goin love um o hate um.