Nêga Jurema

Nêga Jurema came down the hill
Carrying in her bag a sack of dizzy Mary
And the kids warned the whole street
Come running, the fair is about to start
But look at the clouds, this weather doesn't help
At least my seedlings, I know they will sprout
Nêga said when the soldiers came
Saying they were warned and started shooting

It was Antônio, son of José Pereira
Who in the middle of the mess looked up to the sky and prayed
He asked Saint Anthony, Saint Peter or Padim Cícero
Or the sons of Canisso to come help

It was with the thunder's bang
That the confusion was set and no one could believe
That it was true, it spread throughout the city
Grew everywhere

In the church on the heights, bar, city hall
In the sugar cane mill, marijuana was born
And it was with holy cunning
That they outwitted the police
And made the war end
Smoke and inhale

It's not a flower from the gut, it's a northeastern weed
That you, madam, will burn
It does good for diarrhea, for the old man and the old lady
Makes the dead sigh
Does good for arthritis, fever or conjunctivitis
Makes any illness heal
Eat, poop
Drink, smoke
These are the laws of nature and no one can change