(Intro)
Uh
Yeah
The story of life, though
The story of life, though, you know?
Uh

(Chorus)
Put your fists to the constellations
This feeling inside is a dual sensation, uh
I know I'm speaking to the whole congregation
We pray for peace, but you done learned a lot from hatin', haha
I mean, a spirit did a lot of straining
We ain't at peace, but tonight I feel some changing.

(Verse 1)
Let me tell you the tale of the hands of man
A story of good and evil, you gotta understand.
The Left Hand, that's Hate, a heavy, bitter fist
The one that Cain used, a brother's love dismissed.
Static in the air, a world of pure spite
Always spoiling for a brawl in the pale moonlight.
Then you got the Right, the hand of pure Love
Five fingers reaching for the soul, sent from above.
But in this tragic hour, I've seen good people
Make rash decisions, oh, they do it.
What happened to vision? Oh, they lose it.
They putting on their anger, they casually abuse it.
Text message warfare, the casualty of pride
How they gon' wake up and not have love inside?
I thought Hate was the problem, I guess it's rubbin' off
Hood phenomenon, the David of the block.
Hard to stay righteous when you're fighting on a jumbotron
I'm looking at the world like, "This what you really wanted, huh?"
Why we battle anyway? Oh, I forgot, it's humankind's climb.

(Chorus)
Put your fists to the constellations
This feeling inside is a dual sensation, uh
I know I'm speaking to the whole congregation
We pray for peace, but you done learned a lot from hatin', haha
I mean, a spirit did a lot of straining
We ain't at peace, but tonight I feel some changing.

(Verse 2)
When the sun goes down, it's the tragic hour, the tragic hour
And outta all the feelings that'll fill up the soul
You got rage on your mind, I can see it take its toll.
Why you standing there with your face all screwed up?
Don't quit while you're losing, that's how Hate gets juiced up.
Throwin' fists around, the whole world screwed up
Maybe I should call the Lord, so he can pray for us.
I hit the streets to think, at the block, take a seat
Ordered up some peace, she said you are what you eat, haha.
You see, I always loved that sense of truth
But tonight, you should have seen how quiet the youth was.
The Ali of amity, the Frazier of the fight
It's a devastating right, and Hate is losing light.
Hate's on the ropes now, yeah, down for the count
Left hand, malice, K.O.'d, no doubt.
If I love you, I love you, that's the story's end
But if I hate you... well, we can still amend.

(Chorus)
Put your fists to the constellations
This feeling inside is a dual sensation, uh
I know I'm speaking to the whole congregation
We pray for peace, but you done learned a lot from hatin', haha
I mean, a spirit did a lot of straining
We ain't at peace, but tonight I feel some changing.

(Outro)
Lookin' at my Right, I bet it saves your very soul.
Lookin' at my Left, it'll turn your heart to stone.
Two-fisted monster, with a will of its own
Love wins the title, on a cherry-red throne.
Uh.
Peace.

Love vs Hate

It's a weird time to be alive. I don't want to have to pick left or right I just want to be able to move forward. I think it's what we all need.

Wine Glass

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Executive producers: Mark McCafferty, Brenden McCafferty, Jason Schmidt

Photography/Art direction: Melvin Brown, Jason Griffith, Brenden McCafferty

Digital Marketing: Jonathan Wigfall

Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Bill Kennedy of Musically Speaking Studios

Management: Brenden McCafferty
Booking: brendenmccaff@gmail.com

In loving memory of
Timothy “Blues” Farley
Nicholas J. Farley
Frankie J. Forant Jr

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Prod. by Borto
Yeah
Aye Yo Borto you crazy for this one bro 
Borto Goin Crazy

Once apon a time not long ago a nigga ain’t have no shit 
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain’t have no brick 
Nigga try play on the low, if nigga want smoke, I’ma air like I had no clip 
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe, when the shit get low, Ima call that man a bitch  

I’ve been the man on this 
Can’t lie I’m candle lit 
I been thugin on my Rambo shit 
I've been fuckin on a bad lil bitch
Runing game on my madden shit 
I been gettin money can’t be mad at shit 
Nigga flexin u can have that shit 
I might flex up on u wit a bad lil bitch

Uh
Mind on my money don’t care bout no hate
I been ￼allergic to fake
Uh
Which nigga ho Ima take
Uh
None of these niggas is safe
Uh 
Fucked up these hundreds got beef wit da bank
But I got more hundreds to make
Uh
I’m at the top of chain 
Uh

I put in the work throw respect on my name 
I been da playa just fuck up the game 
Put him in a ￼hearse 
That’s six in his brain 
They doubted on me 
But who can I blame 
I turn on ya bitch on but Im not entertained 
Came with my shooter 
Professional aim
We toatin dem rockets
Harden the range 
Smokin dat grabba 
Mix it with the dank
These niggas some hos 
That nigga a snakes

Once apon a time not long ago nigga ain’t have no shit 
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain’t have no brick 
Nigga try play on the low if nigga want smoke I’m air like I had no clip 
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe when the shit get low Ima call that man a bitch  

I’ve been the man on it
Can’t lie I’m candle lit 
I ain’t arguing wit nun of these niggas my choppa gon handle it 
We sendin em shots to his brain my choppa dismantle it  
And u kno I’ve been killin des niggas I be been on my Rambo shit 

Young nigga, but a dog 
Don’t right text nigga send the check Im like Lonzo finna ball
Got S O D on them tities because I put double Ds on that board 
Hoe nigga tryna flex u ain’t see the numbers boy check the chart
I been gettin to the money 
Money on ice dats extra large 
Dats extra large 

Uh
I got the key to the city but my whip push to start 
Uh
Skrrrrr
Breaking these hos 
Breaking they back and they heart 
Yeah Yeah Yeah 
They call me Lorde 
They call me Vice of em all 
They Doubted on me and I gave em my all 
Aint no one to trust aint no one to call 

Keep it 100 can't change 
Big body coupe I just candy the paint 
I got big 4 G autos that sit on the tank 
Scope on my lap, dats a ratchet to clank
Bang it 
Bought a new choppa just named it
Spray on ya block but ya hoe ima paint 
They know Ima Tyger
These niggas can't tame it 
Fear God on my neck because they know that im painless

I've been on my grind and that's word my nigga 
I've been jumping the numbers just hurdled a nigga 
Son of a bitch I aint birth none of these niggas
This the forth quarter put hurt on a nigga 
Tatts on my neck but they covered by chains 
All of this drip feeling fertile my nigga
I came with my heat like a thermal my nigga 
I'm goin crazy like Borto my nigga 

Once apon a time not long ago nigga ain’t have no shit 
I was in the trap goin platinum with a pc note cause nigga ain’t have no brick 
Nigga tryna play on the low, if nigga want smoke, I’m air like I had no clip 
Nigga wanna turn to a hoe, when the shit get low, Ima call that man a bitch  
Bitch

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