di Angel wey don protet mi from all wahala, bless dis boys. My name and my papa Abraham and Isaak name go shine for dia life. Dia shidren go many like san-san for dis eart.”
Why my pipol nor ansa wen I go meet dem sey I go save dem? Why dem nor ansa wen I koll dem? I nor get pawa rish to save dem? But I fit kommand di sea make e dry kon turn river to desert, so dat di fish dem go die.
Na-im bi di Rock; evritin wey E dey do dey korrect, bikos wayo nor dey en tins. En na God wey pesin fit bilive, bikos E nor just dey judge pipol anyhow.
And naim make mi dey sofa wetin I dey sofa so. But I nor dey shame, bikos I know di Pesin wey I dey serve and I dey sure sey, E go guide di tin wey I gi-am whole, until di day wey Christ go kom.
God nor dey lie! So di promise wey E make and ensef wey E take swear, na two tins wey nor go shange. Since wi don run go meet God make E guide us, e good make awa mind strong, so dat wi nor go fear as wi bilive en promise.
Dem kon dey sing new song sey: “Yu holy rish to take di book kon open di keys, bikos dem kill yu and na yor blood save all God pipol from evry tribe, language, group and kountry.