Baba Brinkman - Mindstate lyrics

The mind is its own place, so it's a base in itself When it's impatient, paradise feels like a prison cell And it's wasted, but however far from grace it fell The mind can still make a heaven out of raising hell We live in a strange realm, and I'm beginnin' to doubt My ability to figure it out; now If the mind is its own place, then mine is an open space I'm home on the range like a coyote roaming the plains Showing strangers how to notice correlations, only I'm facin' down some cowboys makin' loud noises Hoping my home is a vacant location so they can take it It's the same ancient battle for the temple of the mind That people have been fighting since the beginning of time And the winning side has always been the mentally blind Who try to simplify everybody into two different kinds Of people: “You're either with us or against us, and you'd better decide Or you're gonna get criminalized!” In this critical fight, I'm livin' behind enemy lines Keepin' my mind open like a nympho's vagina Tryin' to fill it with every different kind of info I can find And you know why? ‘Cause propaganda machines Can teach you a whole lot about an enemy's strategies And every piece of data feeds into reality There's no need to understand, just believe Hidden in the temple in the center of my head I've invented a script that can never be read I write it as I'm livin it a few steps ahead And if I'm ever gonna quit then I better be dead When the mind finds itself in a police state It needs a secret place to keep it safe And when it's mistreated daily and repeatedly disgraced It stays sane by retreating into the deepest cave Where the siege is laid to keep the demons at bay But the easiest way to break free from these chains And make peace is to take a leap of faith And believe something that can't be reasonably explained That's how people change, by takin' a chance On a path when they can't see the destination in advance And laughin' in the face of disaster when their best-laid plans Are translated into wastelands; it doesn't make sense But all you need is a beat and street corner to break-dance And no scientist could ever explain that with brain scans ‘Cause the mind is the one place in the infinite expanse Of creation that still has infinite space to expand Hidden in the temple in the center of my head I've invented a script that can never be read I write it as I'm livin it a few steps ahead And if I'm ever gonna quit then I better be dead There's a place in the mind that waits in silence Until it's awakened by some inspiration inside it Sometimes the sensation is violent, and we're surprised By the places it finds us; in strange environments We do exactly what the act of creation requires It takes an entire civilization to change the climate Into a lake of fire, but at the same time Every person is alone when they change their mind So the landscape inside is one of the only places I know of that's really capable of homeostasis In times of crisis; it's a lonely oasis Where you're totally safe, a place to resist the barrage Of information in this modern day system of ours I walk through it feeling like I'm living on mars Recognizing ninety percent of it as just a mirage That's why I'm tryin' to drop the curtain on the Wizard of Oz ‘Cause behind the smoke machines and faces made of green plastic I feel like there's real magic that people can access If they learn to reach past all the easy answers And ceaseless distractions that we're always being hara**ed with All you need to grasp is that the mind is its own place And when you make this known then no one can take your home away And nothing you do to improve it will ever go to waste And you can use it to create your own fate, so don't throw it away Hidden in the temple in the center of my head I've invented a script that can never be read I write it as I'm livin it a few steps ahead And if I'm ever gonna quit then I better be dead