De debbul wooden’ hab ’em
Even inside ub his do’.
But de Lawd in heaven knows
Dat all de niggahs hain’t dat way,
Dey’s lots dat’s good an’ hones’
An’ dey nebbah goes estray.
De niggah hain’t to blame—
To cum hyeah he diden’ kyeah.
De white fo’ks, why dey made him,
Why dey fotch’d him obeah hyeah.