Black Frieza (Sour Lime)

Culture is dead

And we killed it

By building Society

N’2 A museum

Rather than manifest

Human individuality

As it’s own – separate reality

Outside if nature – human life

Is a carnival ride, no longer

An escape from strife

Now it can only B viewed

From behind A glass Window

Look with your eyes – grow up, guys

We can’t preserve Proof of Pride’s Spirit

iF we just let any living thing experience “Me”

My individuality feels threatened – I’m Mexican

But offended by white weeaboos wearing Kimono’s

Because I make a bitch fit if I see kids N sombrero

Project my narrow Pharoah onto culture whose

Bones hold the same Throne, Yet whose Marrow

Is different depending on what’s Nside, Not

Outside projections of Fear & Affection

Confession isn’t a scam just cause I Can

Forgive mystic – what about therapy – just B Happy?

Wait – what’s easy 4 Me is Hard 4 You – disability

You’re A Retard because they don’t have A

Race Card – they’re 2 slow 2 know how 2

Say “N’Ø” & so I go with artificial flow

Since I was too scared 2 stare at

Real mirrors – realize I don’t N’Ø

Shit – am I the idiot? But I was Gifted

As a smart kid – never realized pretending

Not 2 have Questions doesn’t mean Ü don’t

Need 2 ask 1 – it doesn’t matter if Ü never

Need 2 materialize a reality that requires

Ü 2 answer it – so learned the movements

Not the Rhyme nor Rhythm – artists R Queers

I don’t want 2 become like those pretentious

Assholes who just make up fake hot takes

Based -Like Lil’b- on absolutely Nothing

Because Science shows me something

But robots can’t hear music – thus, just

Measure the frequency of Vibrations and

Lei the TV, radio & books – do the thinking

4 Me – classics R Mean Like the Plastics on

Average Wednesdays, we were Pink – drink

Up my perfect mold – I’ve always been told

I should be a model – but thing is, I never

Got noticed by fashion – no matter how

Much cash went into following trends

Like the Graphs on my Labs that I Pass

With flying colors – I know how 2 follow

Rules like tools; Foolish – always embellish

About what they feel, byt only relatively

2 people surrounding Me – how do I

Respond so they think I belong?

I laughed 2 loud, tone it down

By 12% – then re evaluate their

Interests – best 2 invest in Popular

Name-Brands R just bleacher stands

For gods they’re unaware B y people

Smile at Me when they C American Eagle

Logo on my polo ’cause they feel the Poetry

Pouring out of a masrer craftsman create

Artistry from Truth’s Quality – numbers

Help tell what sells – sex & giant mechs

Bring in the big bucks – may the Best

Win [don’t worry – EY3 did] back when

I was just a kid – won my 1st bid, then

Rid the storm like the Doors; Snoop Dogg

Is there – Sweet Family won’t survive If I’ve

Signed my Life away 2 Fame – Time’s Game

That looks N§ane on silver screens, but N

Reality – they always turn out Lame

Always the same; tomorrow never

Comes today – We’re sacrifices 4

Gluttonous Homunculus like

Mitch – eats rice ’cause he

Wants 2 eat a thousand

Of me – but, whatever…

At least he’s funny – earned

His money – But now I’m running

Outta time – ending my Rhyme before

Finishing my Mind’s design – so like

Narrator on the TV;NEXT TIME ON

DBZ: you’ll probably C Me turn 5

Minutes N§ide A TV Land story

N2 A full, feature-length film

As Law bends 1’s sentence

2 condemn them Whö B

At the wrong end of A

Rope – hanging around

Not making 1 sound since

Even if they R normally known 2

Babble like Rivers & NY neighborhoods

The criminal with a crow was men 2

Dabble with knots, not thoughts

Of what. happens after Ü sign

Your name like Fame – A game

Ends – N’Ø more need 4 3 2 pretend

Embarrassed of how Ü cherished S1iM

More than Hailey – Maybe KiM wasn’t what.

Took the Divine Feminine from HiM – & maybe

Liminal WORDS WORD§ WORD§ drove Her away

From M3 – Fuck Beyonce’s Lemonade stand – it B

Way too §hady like make-И deals with Hades

Meg was more of a man than Hercules

She made HiM realize the real Prize

Would B get’И his chance 2 B’CüM

More than A dumb demi-god Whö

Got dropped on his soft spot as A baby

Called Vegeta; He looks nearly the same

But what’s up with his brain – KiD§ often

Drive their parents N’§ane – & so I asked

HiM about his yellow buttons – & Not

About the mutton of electric sheep

#16 dreams about when asleep

So though they sound sweet

As Fleece – felt like creeps

I wish Ey3 was §pecial

Careful what. Ü wish, 4

‘Cause wood might burn

But flesh melts from frames

& feel each excruciating moment

Sent ’til they relent like Jonny Bravo

Wish’И 4 all the chix 2 Love HiM

Maybe I shouldn’t have wished

2 B Hottest Bitch at the scene

When revealing the Fraud

Finally Found underground

Like Ohio N’D’N burial Mounds

Found all around – tourism 4 towns

With nothing but buried bodies 2

Tell; what. the Hell do Ü mean

Wait 4 Hey Bell – Beast can’t

Hear Beauty sing – Lost N

N’Crements of light; 4’got’И

While rot’И away like 1’s Faith

After realizing everyday they say

“Fag” Like B’И birds öF A feather

Projecting their N’§ecurity on 2

People Whö only seem Evil

Because Ey3 haven’t even

Realized that perspectives R

Electives – detective with private

Ey3s Whö realize their own disguise

After look’И N the mirror 2 size

Up Whö I Am, really – realize

I Am the Bad Man Whö couldn’t

Understand LüV XüM§ from above

So: didn’t look up N’2 nimbus clouds

Meaning never noticed Aphrodite B

Mighty Flne; God is Fair, Sexy Nasty

Congratulations MAC – GO:OD AM

Made Me get up & walk – Dang.

Made me wanna use my cock

& join Her Flock – though how

Could I ever train my clock 2 talk

Back 2 Me – no one else was there 2

Warn Me like Prince, 2 look up when

Her dove flies above – not believing

Her olive Branch; she delivers 2 A

Cowboy’s Ranch, like dressing, so

Though, my pants, R holey as

Horses – hold up, wait just

A minute – Ü gotta put A

lotta LüV N it – go deep

Like Balls – Blue’s 3rd

Just dropped like missed

Calls – distraced by those

Called öDD-bALL§: Now!

It makes sense, but is it

Really an Alien – or B

Lost & 4’got how Ü

Found my §weet

Friend: buried

& Dead: Lump B

Live’И there N’§tead &

Now I don’t know how I got

Brought 2 this thought &

Found this Time didn’t

Have an option 2 watch

Me botch my attempt 2 fix

Here sugar sickness from my

Trix Like white rabbits Whö

Don’t know that cereals R

4 KiD§ – ’cause He does

Not know he’s made

Out öF plastic – BiC

B the Man With N’Ø

Face – off like the Rock

Try’И 2 talk like Tech N9И3:

“1 take” – Bitch, Ey3 don’t care

Tech is the only reason I Am

Here & B N’Ø’Where near

Whose Forcast N Teen Town

B the Devil’s Rainbow make’И Me

Frown while wander’И around this

Soundless Town since Silence B bound

N books with N’Ø rhythm when Rhyme

B’CüM§ Crime: that’s y I Am Sour Lime