2 My boys, Jacob kids, Come lissen me, Israel, yoa faddah guy.
Eh, my kids! Go come ova hea An lissen me! I goin teach you guys wat mean, Fo get respeck fo Da One In Charge.
Eh my boy, let me teach you how fo tink good! Wen you watch how I stay live, I like you stay real good inside bout wat you see.
Lissen good to yoa faddah guy, Cuz he da One wen give you yoa life. An wen yoa muddah come ol, No make jalike she not importan.
“My kids, I tell dem, ‘You betta lissen good now!’ Da peopo dat do jalike how I stay do, Dey can stay good inside!
So now den, my boys! Lissen to me! Tink bout wat I stay tell you guys!
Eh my boy! Do da tings I stay tell you fo do, Keep inside you, wat I tell you gotta do.
Eh my boy! I yoa faddah, So do da ting I stay tell you fo do, An no foget da rules Yoa muddah wen teach you.
Kay den, my boy. You lissen good, Cuz I know wat kine stuff you betta do. All dis kine stuff dat I undastan, Goin help you, so lissen up.
“Reuben! You my numba one boy. You wen born wen I was mo strong. You da numba one in da blood line, An da mos importan one fo get powa.
If you like live fo real kine, An like fo good tings happen to you Fo long time,
“All you peopos, come togedda an lissen! Wat idol kine god Wen tell bout dis stuff dat goin happen?! No mo! Me, Da One In Charge, I wen pick my fren Cyrus. He goin do eryting I like him do Agains da Babylon peopo.
