But somebody goin tell: “You trus God, but I do plenny good tings.” I goin tell dat guy: “Eh! How come you tink lidat? You no can show proof dat you trus God, if you ony talk, but you no stay do good tings. Ony get one way you goin know dat I stay trus God—wen I stay do good tings! Den you goin know fo shua dat I trus God.”
But God, he unreals good to me! He wen make me come how I stay now. An he neva wase time wen he wen do real plenny good stuff fo me. Afta he wen do um, den I wen work mo hard den all da odda guys. But no was me—was God, you know, dat wen do all da good tings fo me, an he stay work inside me still yet.