1 “My spirit don weak well-well and my life go end just naw. Na grave dey wait mi naw.
My years nor plenty again and I go soon go where I nor go fit kom back again.
My plans don fail; my days go soon end and I nor get hope again.
My wife nor fit stay where I dey breath and my own broda nor gri kom near mi.
Job stay 140 year afta di trobol wey e face, e si en grand and great grand-shidren dem before e die.
Wish kind pawa I get to still dey alive? Why I still dey live wen I nor get hope?
My days just dey run kwik-kwik like moto; but for di end, I nor get hope.
I give my pipol life and I nor go kontinue to curse or vex for dem forever.