I Don't See It - Propaganda

It took us so long to get here

But here really ain’t that special, was it all worth it?

Was it all you hoped for and wished for?

And I remember the daydreams of a pre-teen boy on Grandmama’s porch

Motley crew of ashy knee colored boys yelling «That's my car!»

when the nice

ones rolled by

Bathing in that summer afternoon sunset

Heads flat on the concrete, eyes straight into the sky

As to drown out the smog and drug transactions we were obviously surrounded by

One day, I’mma make it, but what is «it»?

Objects?

Things?

And it’s all to realize that «calm», it really ain’t that calm

And the struggle is much more enjoyable when the end ain’t clutched

Like the moment you realize you’re consumed with first-world problems

I guess that means you made it

But it’s eerie how uncomfortable it is when we get too comfortable

When they closin' all the curtains to convince you that it’s night time

Don’t believe 'em, don’t believe 'em

And when they tell you it’s a must-have and you can’t live without it

Listen you don’t need it, you don’t need it

And when they tell you sweet this and only this is beautiful

Tell 'em I don’t see it, I don’t see it

Don’t believe 'em, you don’t need it, I don’t see it

I don’t see it

It’s kinda like that notion that if you accept these set of notions

Then your soul’s premium’s secure, right?

And you’re searching for new mountains to climb as if you conquered the first

one

You ain’t done, you just comfy!

And it seems like your soul’s tenacity been done moved to the suburbs

And them neatly aligned trees and perfectly manicured lawns

And them safe schools and parks is a good place to raise a beer belly, right?

And them identical strip malls on every corner of your mind can feel a little

claustrophobic, right?

And it’s there, you realize that there is no «there»

Cause this type of perfect, boy it just ain’t worth it

Don’t you dare close them curtains, it ain’t night time

And you don’t need another object

And that right there is not beauty

Homie, it’s eerie how uncomfortable it is when we get too comfortable

When they closin' all the curtains to convince you that it’s night time

Don’t believe 'em, don’t believe 'em

And when they tell you it’s a must-have and you can’t live without it

Listen you don’t need it, you don’t need it

And when they tell you sweet this and only this is beautiful

Tell 'em I don’t see it, I don’t see it

Don’t believe 'em, you don’t need it, I don’t see it

I don’t see it