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I am your son, white man!
Georgia dusk / And the turpentine woods.
One of the pillars of the temple fell.
You are my son!
Like hell!
The moon over the turpentine woods.
The Southern night / Full of stars, / Great big yellow stars.
Juicy bodies / Of nigger wenches / Blue black / Against black fences.
O, you little bastard boy, / What's a body but a toy?
The scent of pine wood stings the soft night air.
What's the body of your mother?
Silver moonlight everywhere.
What's the body of your mother?
Sharp pine scent in the evening air.
A nigger night, / A nigger joy, / A little yellow / Bastard boy.
Naw, you ain't my brother.
Niggers ain't my brother.
Not ever.
Niggers ain't my brother.
The Southern night is full of stars, / Great big yellow stars.