Wiked men dey opress my pipol and doz wey borrow dem money, don turn to dia oga. My pipol, una leaders dey lead una anyhow and naw, una nor know di rite road wey una suppose follow.
“Doz wey don lost and wey waka anyhow, I go find and bring dem kom back. Doz wey get sore, I go bandage am for dem kon heal doz wey dey sick; but doz wey fat and strong, I go distroy dem, bikos I bi shepad wey dey do wetin dey rite.
Una nor gri kare for di ones wey dey weak; heal di ones wey dey sick; bandage di sore wey some get; go find di ones wey waka anyhow or look for di ones wey lost. Instead, una dey trit dem with wikedness.
My brodas and sistas, if una si pesin dey sin, make una wey dey spiritual, koll am back. But make una wosh unasef, so dat una nor go fall inside temptashon too.
Pesin wey love money, go get wahala, wiked and evil tins. Bikos some pipol one get money by force, dem don fall komot from di faith kon wound demsef anyhow.
make yu know sey, di pesin wey bring yu wey bi sina kom back from di bad way, don save yor soul from deat and e don make Christ forgive yu all yor sins.
So, my friends, as una don know wetin go happen, make una shine una eye, so dat una nor go miss di way and fall from di trut wey una get, bikos na so pipol wey nor sirious, dey do.
Curse dey dia head! Bikos dem dey bihave like Kain and bikos of long-trot, dem dey do di mistake wey Balaam do. So dem go must die like Korah, wey disobey God.