My God, jalike one big solid rock fo me. I go by him fo him hide me. He jalike one shield dat no let nobody hurt me. He da One make me strong, an get me outa trouble. He jalike one place on top da mountains, Da one I go to wen I run away, He da One stay get me outa trouble— Wen da peopo dat stay agains me try fo bus me up, Da One In Charge, you take kea me!
You wen look inside Abraham heart an see, Dat he da kine guy you can trus. You make one deal wit him. You tell him: ‘All da peopo dat goin come from you, I goin give to dem, da land wea da Canaan peopo live, An da Het peopo, da Amor peopo, da Periz peopo, Da Jebus peopo, an da Girgash peopo.’ You do eryting jalike you wen promise fo do befo time. Cuz you do wass right erytime.”
“Afta da seven year, me, Nebukadnezzar da King, wen look up to da One inside da sky. Den I start fo tink one mo time. I tell bout da God Dass Mo Importan Den All Da Odda Gods, how he do good tings fo me! “I tell good tings bout da One Dat Stay Live Foeva, An I tell dat he stay awesome, An he goin stay king foeva! He get da right fo stay in charge Ova all da peopo dat live today An ova all da peopo dat goin live bumbye.