E know all my sins; so E put dem togeda kon hang and tie dem round my neck. I weak well-well, bikos my sins too heavy. God don make my enemies strong pass mi and I nor fit do dem anytin.
Una dey tell unasef sey, “Wen di new moon festival go end sef, so dat wi go fit go sell awa korn? Na wen Sabat go end, make wi for fit sell again? Wi nor fit wait to shit awa customers, use wayo take measure tins, so dat wi go get more money.
Dem even try to stop us, so dat wi nor go prish di message wey go give salvashon to Gentile pipol. As dem dey do so, dia sins dey plenty more-more. But naw, God vexnashon with ponishment dey kom meet dem.