Let me tell you the story of "Right Hand, Left Hand." It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: It was with this hand that Cane iced his brother. Love: These five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: Static. One hand is always fighting the other hand; and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But, hold .. the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes now, that's right. Ooh, it's the devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Hand Hate K.O.ed by Love.
Born and raised in a small town in MA. Graduated from the University of Rochester. Going to St. John's Law School in Queens. Steadily movin' up the food chain.
You'll never meet anyone like me.
