The Last Poets - Men-tality lyrics

When Eve told Adam to try what he'd been told not to try Adan didn't ask the question why, when the nefruit high And the sky sent man on a quest for getting high He blamed the high for seeing what God was seeing He looked up & recreated at the same time more in the combine, but the view was mine, split the scene.Reality of the 'G' the man didn't have that much brains or luck.All he wound up doing was getting f**ed up,high off Whisky or Wine,high off Champagne. High off lying & cheating & ill gotten gains, high lust & pleasure & pain, smoked dope.then came Cocaine. Esay little toe,easy little rush,easy off the illusion to soften the fuzz.Then the soul becomes the outer glee the moment becomes exiciting while begging to be free.Don't worry about it I've got control, don't worry about the madness lurking in my soul. So subtle, precise, so focused in goal, truth becomes pretence,the lie becomes bold.The morning becomes glee,the night becomes open to fatal attraction. Pretty little girls & pretty little sides,pretty little deseptions becomes pretty little highs.The movie, the song,the opening scene,the moment sparkled & then they become so mean.Slow-dance,fast-dance, fads moving into reverse, The imagination becomes doubtful & then a curse so casual so social,so pervaseably used,whats good for the Gander becomes deadly to the Goose.Roses in corners & women in bars,so beauty becomes ugly & lost to the stars.Soft glances,become hard-core vision, half stopping becomes total desicion,the beginning,the middle,the end becomes question. Morals are closed but are open to suggestion,shady position without shaking the trees.Major destruction, in minor degrees. The demons begin to make their call,the power to be strong begins to fall.Slowly the days become indecision, Slowly the days loose inhibition,the seconds becomes minutes the hours become dreams,& the dreams become insults & then wilting flowers. It starts out as a fad, it maakes you glad the picture is bad because it's something you've never had,it's like a movie that you only half want.Got you on the come-come for years & months.From the bath, to the kitchen, ti the bathroom got you living in the cla**room.Stressing yourself,your loosing your mind, your on the floor looking for something you'll never find,because you bought your Soul on that very first hit.Now you've got to cook up to get your wit.But you can't find peace nevermind how much you get,so all you can get is another hit.Your a monster but you walk like the dead,Coke is a voice living inside your head, I hope you can dig what I just told yer,now, the only 'C' I take is Coca Cola - Peace. The rumours keep living your last sense of pride,partially no-hope,then partally denied,lonely women & fire places, burning memory into their faces.Empty bottles against the walls, a knock on the door, a sound in the hall, kiss me Lord,kiss me now.Tell me me you love me but don't tell me how, you cross my line but I don't know why,sometimes you're spillin' Happy days have come & gone,trapped in the rafter that lingers on. Public insanity in mirrors & smoke, sincerly yours in the name of Coke.To shake that shadow,to take that stroll,let the mind take it's toll.Blind or deaf which way to go? The conscious degenerate begins to flow,can't see the forest can't see the trees,can't feel the change in the coming breeze. An act of reason becomes desperation,an act of rage becomes hesitation,God becomes distant & you're so close,the sensation becomes easy &then easy goes.Taking advantage while taking the breaks,almost forgetting what it takes. Caught imbetween the coming back,caught in the moment of the coming back.We deal in the self & what to find,the positive flame & the stae of mind.Waking up in the morning to the begining of you,waking up to be sure you can see it through. Why the puzzle,why the quiz,enjoy the moment thats all there is. heres to the thought,heres to the mind,here's to the moment we all must find. (To Fade)