So my mind knocked on my door and asked to come in
I said, "come in for a cup of tea, man, how ya been?"
My mind did not respond to this questioning
Or the friendly conversational atmosphere I tried to bring
It seemed to have a couple of questions of its own
So it got all up in its serious zone
Which if I'm not mistaken is located somewhere up its arse
That's why it stands to straight and looks so smart
It said "Listen, I got a bit of a bone to pick with you
I will have to be a little bit strict with you
Because these concepts do not seem to fit in you
And if I have to jam them into you then I plan to do
Due to your human nature, they do not seem to sit with you
Cause you are a being, and I am a doing
I have knowledge, I have logic, I know exactly what I'm doing
Where as you sit around chewing, screwing, wasting, renewing
Ignoring logical obstacles to illogical, vulnerable, dangerous endeavours
Which aren't big or clever
Which will never take you to this joke you call heaven
With your attitude I could not squeeze seven seconds of productivity from your idle hands
Where are your preparations, blueprints and plans
For every single possible little imaginable situation which may or may not present itself to you in the near or distant future
What will you do?"

Ay, it's my mind, it's my man, it's my wo-man!
It's my number one efficient survival tool
It's my number two educated beautiful fool
How's it hangin? Mm-mmm....
Well this is nice tea, this is nice weed...
I haven't really worked out if I like weed
Oh that's a nice tree, and that's a nice breeze
Lovely sunshine, that's fine...
Sorry, did you ask me a question? Shit...oh, I remember it
Well, what can I say, mind? I find your shit preposterous
Know your place, your methods are not to my taste
For finding peace and joy and love and pure divine grace
I think your talents lie in a more practical place
And work best when not all up in my face
Having had rest, feeling fresh and ready to replace
The past with the present - trust me, you do just ace
At knowing where I put my keys, how to bake a cake
Knowing how to tie a knot, how to use a rake
I like it when you help me out as and when I need
I like it when you wake me from my trivial dreams
I like it when you look in the dictionary to find out what a word means
I like it when you open tins of beans
I just don't need you on my spiritual scene
I just don't need you when I'm walkin down the street
When I'm playin funky beats, when I'm throwin away receipts
Dancin, singin, laughin, clappin, rappin, skiin, drinkin, bein
That's why you are a doing
And I am a being