A Watcher's Point Of View (Don't Cha Think) (Underground Mix)

Trippin' (x4)

He who thinks, thinks for himself
And one on the trip makes a hit for the mind
The truth composed as held between ears
Opium dawn makes cause for rewind
Man can only dwell so long upon a thought
A comatose nap might snatch your sanity
"I'm so great I amaze myself"
Explains just how vain is vanity
The longest journey is based on a trip
But also starts with a single step
Because Pleasant Valley Sunday is a grain of salt
Well now or never's a bit hard to accept
Don't you think?

Even from a watcher's point of view
The world doesn't pay for what a person knows
It rarely wants to pay for what a person does
And those who can, show a puzzlin' stare
Sayin' "What it is, is what it was"
'Cause he who learns the rules of wisdom
Without transforming them to daily life
Has a bad condition of contradiction
A rap like that could slap back afterlife
All this twist and spins in a whirlwind
Is about to max out to where it remains
On the opposite lane, on the fortress brink
Or a thought that lives on a positive plane
Don't you think?