BKnitts - Outcast [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Another dreary morning. Locked away these lyrics pouring
Nothing out there is appealing to him so he's here recording
Dear sweet lord he, lost his mind he's clearly morbid
People cast him out cuz he thinks God is dead, and weird is normal
It's that life of loner kids, just that type persona is
Not affixed to fit within this system, I ain't controlling it
Deep breaths. He'd rather fight than hold it in
Targeted because they think he's weak, my condolences
Laughing at em, they keep calling him an outcast
Little do they know he's been about that. (ah yeah)
Your heart'll take a feeble mind to hell and shut it down fast
His heart'll rise from ashes, fight them back and make this sound last
He don't want the fame or money just the rapping tenure
He just wants to make it out alive from rap in ten years
Surrounded now by mobs of actors repping flashy vendors
Who got the fans but lacking talent, that's what happens when you're
Trapped in a system ass backwards as met sys
Somebody break these chains that are rendering us defenseless
That chain around your neck ain't pure at all its leaving imprints
If I don't break the chain I'll break the mold and hop the fences

[Spoken Word Break]
They see him as different so they treat him as different
But when commands get barked out wonder why he doesn't listen
No belief in this system that squeezes it's victims
Dry of any last drop of creative image
We made it this way. Or he believes that we allow it
Relating hype to glory and materials to prowess
This generation is impatient hardly waiting like an ounce is
So either vomit out that garbage or keep remaining soundless
They found it easier to be a money hungry petty bore
Recycled bars about turning up and overkilled metaphors
We have a million choices yet this the shit we settle for?
He's packing way more than punches in his lines, you can bet it's war
There's no rest for the wicked so quite often he's anxious
Feeling stuck in this shell, this locked box that you gave him
His only shot at freedom is somewhere off in these pages
Just the lost soul, the outcast, this monster you made him

[Verse 2]
Now he's got his family concerned
Lacking sanity in verses they keep askin if he's hurt
And it's hard to put an answer into words
Cuz he knows that it depends on if his attitude inverts
Up at one minute. Down the next
Empty one bottle. Down the next
Death by one chain. Round his neck
Death by 2Chainz. Probably next
This clouded head only finds a purpose when I write these verses
My psyche's nervous for the future day when I'll be earnest
These fucked up thoughts of mine just help to keep my fire burning
But I keep learning they'll turn me to ash if I don't purge them
It's hard to understand my passion is my vice
One things for certain, I quit rapping, I quit life
It's a battle every night, my stamina I sacrifice
And even though it's killing me if I don't handle it I'll die
If I don't handle it I'll die
Self destructing fool, never grab my own advice
But am I drowning? Or am I on the rise?
This is just another wave, take my hand and we'll survive