I Don’t See It Lyrics by Propaganda in Crimson Cord Album.
I Don’t See It Lyric
It took us so long to get here
And here really ain't that special
Was it all worth it?
Was it all you hoped for and wished for?
And I remember the day dreams 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 roll by.
Bathing in that summer afternoon sunset
Heads flat on the concrete
Eyes straight to the sky
As to drown out from the smog and the drug transactions
We were obviously surrounded by
One day I’mma make it
But what is ‘’ít’’?
Objects? Things?
And it's all to realize that calm
It ain’t really that calm
And the struggle is much more enjoyable
When the indent clutched (?)
Like the moment you realize you're consumed
With first world problems
I guess it means you made it
But it's eerie how uncomfortable it is
When we get too comfortable
When they’re closing the curtains to convince you that it’s night time
Don’t believe 'em (don’t believe 'em)
Don’t believe 'em (don’t believe 'em)
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)
You don’t need it (you don’t need it)
When they tell you sweetie this and only this is beautiful,
Tell 'em, I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
Don’t believe 'em (don’t believe them)
You don’t need it (you don’t need it)
I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
It’s kind of like that notion
That if you accept these set of notions
Than your soul's premium is secure, right?
And you’re searching for new mountains to climb
As if you conquered the first one
You ain’t done, you’re just comfy
And it seems like your soul's tenacity
Bent on moves to the suburbs
And them neatly aligned trees
And perfectly manicured lawns
And them say that 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 clusterphobic
Right?
And it's there you realize that there is no other ‘’there’’
This type of perfect, boy it just ain’t workin’
Don’t you dare close the curtains
It ain’t night time
You don’t need another object
And that right there is not beauty
Homie, it's eerie
How uncomfortable it is when you get too comfortable
When they’re closing the curtains to convince you that it’s night time
Don’t believe 'em (don’t believe 'em)
Don’t believe 'em (don’t believe 'em)
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)
You don’t need it (you don’t need it)
When they tell you sweetie this and only this is beautiful,
Tell 'em, I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
Don’t believe 'em (don’t believe 'em)
You don’t need it (you don’t need it)
I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
I don’t see it (I don’t see it)
Don't believe 'em (don't believe 'em)
You don't need it (you don't need it)
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)
