Hate the winter time because

Hate the winter time because nights come quicker,
the light makes whites think I'm a nice young nigger.
But at night, they think twice and walk a little faster.
It's funny, 200 yrs ago I would have called call this nigga master
How the tables turn but still the fire burning.
I feel the heat, the world is a dryer turning.

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