They say, say higher education is a waste. But that’s only because they don’t teach independent thinking outside their box. I take my interns to the ranch.
Young Dylan stepped off that Friday flight In a Brooks Brothers suit, shoes polished bright Fresh MBA, a model for every plan I picked him up in my old beat-up van Said, “Son, this weekend’ll test one thing — Not your grit, but what your own mind can bring Everything they taught you, hold it loose Out here the land don’t care whose theory’s truth”
Saturday mornin’, five AM call He’s got a model says exactly what’ll fall Says, “Optimization shows the plan is clear” I say, “Put the tablet down, just look and listen here” That hundred-grand bull don’t read a spreadsheet Takes off left when the chart said right, complete The storm rolls in that the app never knew Dylan learns quick — the map ain’t the view
Own your own mind, boy, don’t rent it out What they call truth is mostly doubt Yesterday’s facts turn to tomorrow’s lies Think for yourself, open up your eyes Own your own mind, book stuff you borrow Their “truths” ain’t worth cow shit tomorrow Every answer worth a damn you’ll find Starts with ownin’ your own mind
Sunday mornin’, watch the sun come up Coffee in a tin, not some corner cup He’s quiet now, but not from feelin’ small Started askin’ questions ‘stead of quotin’ ’em all “Theories got their makers, models got their frame Every expert’s certain — right up till they’re not the same You were hired for your answers, keep on studyin’, keep sharp But now go trust the eyes and mind that’s in your heart”
Monday back in Manhattan town Same sharp suit, wearin’ it different now Sits in that meeting where they’re all readin’ the same report And asks the one question nobody thought of before
Own your own mind, boy, don’t rent it out What they call truth is mostly doubt Yesterday’s facts turn to tomorrow’s lies Think for yourself, open up your eyes Own your own mind, book stuff you borrow Their “truths” ain’t worth cow shit tomorrow Every answer worth a damn you’ll find Starts with ownin’ your own mind
Every answer worth a damn, you’ll find Starts with ownin’ your own mind Not the bull, not the books, son — just ownin’ your own mind
(Not the bull)