“My name is Peaches!” The melody of those lines haunt me, with “Peaches!” conjuring an image of fingernails screeching across a blackboard.
While I like both versions for different reasons, Kweli’s version of “Four Women” is smoother and ends on a slightly more optimistic note:
Maybe one day I’ll ride back to Georgia
On the train.
Folks ’round there call me Peaches
I guess that’s my name.