Mitch The Pariah - Prosody lyrics

[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/ a**holes/ 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/ k** '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