54 Dem dey pour wota put for my head and I tink sey na die I dey.
Yu nor dey si again, bikos di trobol don too dark for yor eye and wota don kover yu.
Deat dey round mi and trobol won kill mi;
I kry to Yu as I dey fear kon sey, “Dem don take mi from Yu!” But Yu hear my kry for mesi kon ansa my prayer for help.
Abeg! Make Yu nor let di wota karry mi go! Nor let di wota swallow mi! Make Yu nor let mi die inside di pit!
Di way Yu dey vex, dey make mi sopraiz. Yes! Yor vexnashon don distroy mi finish.
Dem arrest and sey make dem kill-am and nobody kare about am. Dem kill-am, bikos of awa sins.
Den I kry kon sey, “I nor get respet again! I don lost evritin wey I hope to get from God!”
God kon tell mi, “Man pikin, Israel pipol bi like dis bones. Dem sey dem don dry finish, dem nor get hope or bilive sey dia future dey brite.
Bikos pesin wey ask, go get, pesin wey find, go si wetin e dey find and di pesin wey nok, di door go open for am.