Pipol wey dey chop betta food before, don turn who dey beg food for street. Pipol wey dey wear fine and betta klot before, don turn who dey wear rag naw.
Go tell di pipol wey dey stay for Egypt and Ashdod palis sey, “Make una gada round di hills for Samaria! Make una si di wahala wey dey happen for di town and di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do.”
Una sin and all di bad-bad tins wey una do, I know as dem bad rish. Una ponish good pipol; dey take bribe and nor allow poor pipol get korrect judgement for kourt.
Wen pipol dey sey, “Evritin dey okay and peaceful,” na dat time wahala wey go skata evriwhere go kom and e go bi like di pain wey woman dey face wen e won born and nobody go eskape from am.
Dem go sey, “I tink sey Jesus promise sey E go kom back? Awa grand-grand papa dem don die since, but evritin still bi as dem bi since God kreate di world.”
Bikos na only one hour God take distroy dis big town finish!” And evry ship, dia kaptain and pasenja, plus evribody wey dey work for sea, go stand far,