Who saw cashew didn't see the soil
Cica* of myself I took from the dround
There are cashew trees, there isn't war
War is pan without beans
Was on the ground, I didn't even see the grub
Grub** is to oar from sun to sun
Died from hunger and lived from vice
In water of fishes I'm the hook
I'm going to write the new rules
To turn this game around
I was born and I live in this land
But if I die leave me dead
Since I'm a piece of this ground