Let me tell you the story of right hand, left hand.
It's the tale of good and evil.
Hate - it was with this hand that Cain 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 on, stop the presses, the right hand's coming back. Yea, he got the left hand on the ropes now - that's right; yea, boom it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt.
Down! Ooh! Ooh! Left hand, Hate, ko'd by Love.
If I love you, I love you. But if I hate you...