11 But wen I look eryting I get, from wat my hands stay do, An wat I work fo get, You know wat?! No make sense all dat—jalike I stay chase da wind! I no mo notting unda da sun dat goin las!
Moses check um out an see dat dey all pau da tings dey gotta do, jalike Da One In Charge wen tell um fo do. So Moses aks God fo do plenny good tings fo da peopo.
Den, I make up my mind fo undastan wat “fo know wat fo do erytime” mean, wat “fo ack pupule” mean, an wat “fo ack stupid kine” mean. But wen I find out wat all dat stuff mean, jalike I stay try fo catch da wind too.
Whoeva get plenny love fo money, no goin get enuff money! Whoeva like rich kine stuff, no matta how much dey get, no goin make dem stay good inside! An all dat stuff no make sense too.
An dis one real bad ting Dat make you sick fo tink bout um: Cuz erybody come jalike dey go— Naked, wit notting! Wat dey goin get fo dat? Dey bus ass, but all dey goin get, jalike da wind.
Look! Fo shua, Da One In Charge, da God Ova All Da Armies, He make dis happen: Da peopos bus ass, But wat dey build ony goin burn up. Dey goin come real tired fo notting!