The Nature of Manufacturing

I was pushed out the pile of meat that created me
the breathing mask waited at the end of the tunnel
smoke made it hard to breath
it's all because that embryo morphed in Ladera

My babysitter was a little white box
My teacher was Contra
My Afro was tangled in knots
My favorite place to go is Transylvania

I called my daddy Genesis
and my mommy Wendy's
they were always in the same room together
but it was never meet the parents

Eat, Sleep, Play
Every day was the same thing
Leather and jingles, is it Christmas?
No, it’s just daddy with the belt

The only time we talked was when I was being punished
thrown into a deep state of paranoia and addiction
no morals or religion
I had a problem maturing

I saw meadows of oblivion
believing in Mother Nature is as old as Bela Lugosi
Eric and Dylan were sitting rubber ducks
waiting for someone to drop the soap in the tub

Robert Mapplethorpe is Shaco's Jack in the Box
my bedroom blinds are never open
nature is fabricated beyond belief
in life everyone wants the number two headband