Absolutely

What gets us into so much trouble? Our certainty. We ain't, don't know shit. It's all a guess.

I don’t give a flying fruck
if you prefer Jesus or you prefer Allah.
Doesn’t matter to me.

Hey, you can believe it’s a flat earth or
that dinosaurs are still roaming somewhere on Antarctica
Or that America is a statue of liberty.
I don’t care. Carry on.

You can believe in red or blue or pink or white.
Name your delight. That’s fine with me.
We all got our preferences.

So yeah, maybe we won’t
see eye to eye on all things.
That’s ok. All’s kosher.
Maybe you think war will bring peace.
Maybe you believe slappin’ your kids around
makes them stronger and better to succeed.
Yo! I can let all that go.

But where I draw the line,
What we got to agree upon is this;
that our beliefs are a crap shoot —
an all in, at the end of a deep night at the casino of life.
A gamble, a play, a way to get our money back.
However, we absolutely,
don’t know how the cards will land.

I say all this knowing you’re ready
to die on that cross, that bet.

But — if you don’t profess doubts
you might lose your wager, —
then you’re my mortal enemy.

Rage on, in what you absolutely believe.
But just don’t call me
when it doesn’t work out.
’Cuz I won’t be picking up.

Friendship? Brotherhood? Peace?
It requires the idea that we may be wrong.