Make evribody dey kareful of en friends and make yu nor trust yor broda, bikos even broda dey shit en broda. And friends dey lie against each oda well-well.
Make yu tish old wimen sey, make dem live life wey go make God happy. Make dem nor tok bad about pipol; nor dey drink anyhow, instead make dem tish oda wimen wetin dey good.
Yu yorsef go know sey today God don put yu for my hand for inside di rock. Some of my men sey make I kill yu, but I sorry for yu kon sey, ‘I nor go do bad tin to my oga, bikos na God choose am.’