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Optimist (We Are Not For Them)

This song is by P.O.S. and appears on the album Never Better (2009).

Original video
I pick a lot of locks, rock a lot of shows
Build with the moms, hang with a broken crows
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 the hope
That the average MCs can't fuck with or sound like me

I've never down with the king
It's never something I wanted to be
Never better than the work, than the toil and reap
But the work for the wants, not to suffer for the needs

Nothing's tougher than the dreams and good sleep
Teaching my son how to reach, damn right
'Cause it gets a little darker every night
And the rent goes up and they cutting out the

Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make
They all so afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd only shake with the quake, and a
Times like this are up

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 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
Till then keep 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 till it's dead
I'mma do it till 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, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make
They all so afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd only shake with the quake, and a
Times like this are up
Up for whatever, how are you?

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 cut our own

Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make
They all so afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd only shake with the quake, and a
Times like this are up

Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake
New hearts to break, amends to make
They all so afraid and safe, in need of space
But hugging that crowd only shake with the quake, and a
Times like this are up

Written by:

Stefon Alexander

annotations:

Allegra Oxborough Wikipedia16