What’s Your Story?

Lyrics

[JESSIE, spoken] The hell? [REBECCA] Story, story, what's your story? Story, story, what's your crime? What got you here? Rage, lust, or fear? We all got a story 'cause we're doing time Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta [REBECCA, spoken] Tell your story. Ra ta ta [JESSIE] Um. Okay, fine. My boyfriend had meth in the glove compartment of our car and I got pulled over for something else and a cop found it [REBECCA, spoken] Ooh! Well, did you dump that good-for-nothing drug planting boyfriend! [JESSIE, spoken] No, we're still together. I love him [REBECCA, spoken] Oh. Well, did you at least tell the cops that it was his meth? [JESSIE, spoken] I mean, I could have turned him in, but my boyfriend and I have a son. I can't risk our child having both parents in jail [REBECCA, spoken] That's true. That's-that's a good point [REBECCA] Story, story, let's hear another story Story, story, that one was just sad What does your story say About the patriarch-ay? We all have got stories 'cause we did bad Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta [REBCCA, spoken] Story, go! Ra-ta-ta [HANIFA, spoken] Okay! I stole a sweater from the mall [REBECCA, spoken] Ooh! Had you been stealing all your life? Was this the culmination of a life of kleptomania? Or were you doing it to stick it to the problematic fashion industry? [HANIFA, spoken] No, the heat went out in my apartment and I couldn't afford a sweater, so I stole one [WHITE INMATE, spoken] Oh my God, I stole a sweater too! I got two months, how long are you in for? [HANIFA, spoken] Three years [WHITE INMATE, spoken] I'm so sorry [REBECCA] Story, story, these are barely stories They're just bleak anecdotes with no start or end [REBECCA, spoken] Go tell-tell your story, tell your story [CYBIL spoken] Sure, I have a story. I'm in here for murder [REBECCA, spoken] Ooh! Murder! Juicy! Ra-ta-ta [CYBIL, spoken] While I was driving, my daughter texted me that she was in the hospital and I got so distracted that, I hit a teenager who was crossing the street and he died [REBECCA] Story, story, oh my God with that story Story, story, take away her chair [WHITE INMATE, spoken] I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry [REBECCA, spoken] Okay, you know what, I'm just gonna share my story, because you guys aren't really versed with a sense of story structure, so I'm gonna show you how it's done I was a no-good, manipulative love addict with undiagnosed borderline personality disorder. I swindled! DRUM! I cheated! DRUM! I called out a hit on my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend! DRUM DRUM! Then, one day, this guy Trent came into my life. He was ironically just like me. And he tried to kill the man I love, so I pushed him off a building! And then, when I plead guilty just for like, metaphorical symbolism, the judge knew I was innocent so she didn't accept my plea but I wanted to go to jail anyway [JESSIE, spoken] Wait, what? [CYBIL, spoken] You don't have to be here? [JASMINE, spoken] You chose to be here? [REBECCA, spoken] Yeah Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Wait Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta Ra-ta-ta