P.O.S. - Optimist (We Are Not For Them) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I pick a lotta locks, rock a lotta shows
Build with the moms
Hang with the broken crow
Been hurting the same heart since
I was like two
I use sarcasm freely, bark at the greedy
Bite what feeds, shy from the seedy
I'm bold in approach, so rely on my hope
That the average emcees can't fuck
With the sound like me
I never been down with the King
It's never something I wanted to be
Never better than the work than
The toil and the reap
But the work for the wants
Not the suffer for the needs
Nothing's tougher than the dreams
And good sleep
Tryn'a teach my son how to reach, damn right
'Cause it gets a little darker every night
And the rent goes up, they gon' cut out the

Dead ends to chase
(yeah) , feelings to fake (yeah)
New hearts to break
(yeah) , amends to make, they all so (yeah)
Afraid and safe
(yeah) , in need of space (yeah)
But hugging that crowd (yeah)
Only shake with the quake and uh (yeah)

(yeah) Times like this are up (yeah)
(yeah, yeah)

We break their stride 'cause
We break our mirrors
They hugging that pride like
It's all there is
We make our own and if they don't feel it
(If they are not feelin' it it's cool)
Then we are not for them (And that's cool)

Yo, I made this beat for Allegra Oxborough
She showed me how to do
The thing with the cups
I wrote the verse on a triple double Tuesday
Writing in the van in the back lot
I never made it in
Never really can tell the friends these days
Telephone don't sleep some days
Someday I'mma be peaceful again
'Til then keep the speech to a min
Shed a little skin, I'mma bet it all and win
I'mma set it off and run
I'mma kill it 'til it's dead
I'mma do it 'til it ain't fun
And the words don't come
Then I'm gonna find another hobby
Probably find love, probably find trust
81 young with a little bit of rust
Clean interior, Minnesota plates
Money in the bank with a lot of you to thank
Relate to the

Dead ends to chase
(yeah) , feelings to fake (yeah)
New hearts to break
(yeah) , amends to make, they all so (yeah)
Afraid and safe
(yeah) , in need of space (yeah)
But hugging that crowd (yeah)
Only shake with the quake and uh (yeah)

(yeah) Times like this are up (yeah, yeah
Yeah) up for whatever, how are you? (yeah)

We break their stride 'cause
We break our mirrors
They hugging that pride like
It's all there is
We make our own and if they don't feel it
Then we are not for them
We call a riot! yeah!

Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break
(yeah) , amends to make, they all so (yeah)
Afraid and safe, in need of space (Oh, yeah)
But hugging that crowd
Only shake with the quake and uh (yeah)

Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break
(yeah) , amends to make, they all so (yeah)
Afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd
(yeah) , only shake (That's it)