You are my hip-hop, youíre my rock and roll. You are my R&B, you are my soul. Youíre the music that pulsates through my veins. You give me life, you make me sane. When I dance, itís you I want to look. Watchin like, ďdamn!Ē, walkin away a little shook. Singin the song, images of you creep into my mind. Feelin the treble, the bass, keeping to the time. But this song I sing is one of Rhythm & Blues, Because in this relationship, itís not just me and you. You will always be the right bit of wrong, though undoubtedly the wrong kind of right. So I throw up my hands, Iím tired, this hurts, I want to give up this fight. The record skips, itís broken and I know that Iíve lost. The choice has been made; you stand your ground, at whatever the cost. However, I have yet to figure out how this song will conclude. Though I hope its meaning wonít be lost or misconstrued.