In the beginning were blacks hard headed

She is Black and still hard headed who likes to drive late at nights

Her Aunt started yelling, “You must not drive when tipsy and drunk or you gonna end up dead.”

“I am hard headed baby, I have been douching life since a kid, I am a rebel.”

She asked her little cousin “when I come to die. Will you cry on my funeral?”

“I will say, she was hard headed and we tried our best and here she lies in her rebellion towards life.” He answered chuckling

She started singing a song “If you don’t know me by now, you will never ever know me.”

Ask not why too much sugar in the voice of African American girl?

As I sat there completely absorbed in her body and soul

She kept on singing, and under her spell I was drowned