Mitch The Pariah - Prosody [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
It's the Pariah/
Speakin' up for the triers/
Who are denied and shunned like klepto liars/
The burn from this discredit/
Has set fire to my soul/
I've carried the load/
And proven myself long enough at the bottom of this totem pole/
Did what I was told/
Wound up with nothin' but coal/
Yes/
Grief and loneliness took a toll/
But this autistic beanpole/
Came up with a way/
To turn coal into opal/
Got a chip on my shoulder/
Towards some folk/
Let's take a stroll/
A few stole/
Most are cold hearted/
Assholes/
Whose only role/
Is trappin' the remaining good souls/
And steamrollin' over their goals/
How do I know?/
I rose/
From that nightmare/
No hot air/
Honesty/
Is what this Aspie/
Has to share/
I have the wherewithal/
Plus I've been prepared/
For my shot/
Promised myself I'd stick around/
Only for a few have nots/
So that I can leave a check in their mailbox/
In the memo write: JACKPOT/
Mitch has always been Johnny-on-the-spot/
When it comes to reasons to keep goin' there ain't a lot/
Actually that's the only one I've got/
This kettle/
Got fed up/
With bein' called black/
By crackpots/
Surveyed/
Waited/
Got away/
Now it doesn't matter what you say/
There's hell to pay/
By way/
Of success/
If they try to riot and protest/
Against my peace and quiet/
I'll smile/
Kill 'em with kindness/
All I want out of life/
Is to exemplify/
What a good guy/
Who tries/
Is really like/
Sincerely/
Son of the late Mike