Unstuck

Here we are on a planet which
Is about five thousand million
Years old the sun around which it goes is not
Much older it is part of
A galaxy which is, uh
Perhaps, uh, ten or twelve
Thousand million years old
Which is one of perhaps hundreds of
Thousands of millions of other galaxies

Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing? It's only right
It's only right it's only right!
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing? It's only right
It's only right it's only right!

Campaign cold as Korea
The cold keep us on point
Blasphemy how he cracked a Cohiba
For a makeshift joint
Asked no questions, she told no lies
After work came by, gold flecks on the dies
Lucid dream, gone when I opened my eyes
All substance controlled
You sell and you buy
Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy
Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye
Both eyes dry
Lead-lined bunker, limited air supply
Both hands high
Explaining how I came unstuck in time
So ain't none of that mine
Eight lives down 'fore he
Thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he thought 'bout number nine
'Fore he thought 'bout number nine

Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing? It's only right
It's only right it's only right!
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing? It's only right
It's only right it's only right!

Startin' with the man in the mirror
Morris Day not Mike Jack's Thriller
Nerve tonic, tippled in sarsaparilla
'Fore he hit the piped crack, said
"Kids, this stuff'll kill ya"
Laid hands like faith healer
Over light-skinned Sheila
The local skeeza, but shit
I ain't nobody either
Sweet talkin' son of a preacher
Weehawken, shot over sneakers
Died for nothin', but I seen 'em go cheaper
Nowadays full buffet for sin-eaters
Woke and wrote Kubla Khan
Or How I Learned To Stop
Worrying And Grow The Bomb
Even though 400 years had
'im reluctant to farm
Unbearable Lightness at the end of your arm
Weight in the palm, calm mista Lawnge verses
Mr mom with the iron
But the work was worthless

Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing? It's only right
It's only right it's only right!
Rolled the dice, fucked around, lost ya life
Double or Nothing? It's only right
It's only right it's only right!

She asked my name, I said, "Blah blah blah"
She asked if that's game
I said, "Not really, Nah"
Layaway Carhartt buggin' over
Battle for Asgard
Yo Mars, you rocked that beat like an ascot
Good lord he grinned through wired jaw
After the arraignment as arranged, came home
Locked the door unscrewed the drug jar
Apothecary like days of yore
The prophets vary
But fiends seekin' that raw
Freebase religion, stovetop superstition
Iran with the fission and hunkered down
For that war of attrition, war of attrition
War of attrition, war of attrition

In our tenure on this planet we've
Accumulated dangerous evolutionary
Baggage: propensities
For aggression and ritual, submission to
Leaders, hostility to outsiders
All of which puts our survival in some doubt