But den, yoa peopo goin turn aroun An start fo tink strait, Ova dea inside da land Wea dey stay prisonas. Dey goin change dea mind An beg you fo give um chance, Ova dea inside da land Fo da peopo dat make um prisonas. Dey goin tell you, ‘Us guys wen do bad kine tings An do wrong. Us get da blame fo da bad tings we do!’
Eh! You my boss, so I stay praying hard fo you fo lissen good. Get odda peopo, you da boss fo dem too, an dey stay good inside cuz dey know wat kine god you, no matta dey sked wen dey in front you. Dey stay tell you da same ting. So I like you make eryting come good fo me today. Cuz I goin aks da King fo do someting real good fo me. Az why I stay aks you, God, fo make him lissen wat I get fo tell.” Dat time, I was da guy in charge a da wine da king goin drink.
But den, I wen tell you fo real kine Dat I wen do bad tings, An I no try fo hide no moa Wat I know was wrong fo me do. I wen make up my mind, Dat I goin tell Da One In Charge All da tings I wen do agains you. Cuz a dat, you wen let me go, An hemo da shame Fo da bad tings I wen do. (Time out fo da music.)
I tell my God, Da One In Charge, I know wat oua peopo wen do wass wrong. Dis how I pray: “Bummahs, Boss, you da big God! You awesome an unreal! Wen you make one deal, you do eryting you wen tell you goin do. You stay tight wit da peopo dat get love an aloha fo you an dey lissen wat you tell um fo do.