3 bikos deat kover mi like klot and di fear to die go grave, dey make mi shake. Na only sorrow and trobol I dey si.
I nor fit stand strait again and wahala full my life. Evriday, I dey kry and mourn waka.
Bikos Jesus dey struggol well-well for mind, e pray sotey en sweat kon bi like blood.
Wen Jesus still dey dis eart, e pray and kry to God wey go save am from deat. God hear en prayers, bikos e obey God for evritin.