two turntables and a microphone

Pour your misery down on me.

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.

The night is my companion and solitude my guide.

Well, it's too late, tonight, to drag the past out into the light.

The dawn is breaking, a light shining through. You're barely waking and I'm tangled up in you.

The winter here's cold, and bitter. It's chilled us to the bone.

Pride can stand a thousand trials, the strong will never fall. But watching stars without you, my soul cried.

Does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died, til you died... but you're still alive.

All the women who independent, throw your hands up at me. All the honeys who makin money, throw your hands up at me.

I don't think you're ready for this jelly.