Syndicalist: 360 Degrees, I got weed, I got seeds. I got a nice cush office job that impedes my ability to satisfy my needs and every time I go outside I succeed. I'm not a man of talk which is cheap, I'm of deeds. And if you try and stop me I have to proceed. I've got thick, thick skin and a flair for misdeeds and a brick from your hands flies into your SUV and no matter how hard you try you can't be me.

L Prim: 'Bout to throw a monkey wrench right into your gears. Truth 'bout to be told so open up your ears. Rich white man bout to realize his fears. We’re releasing this rage, it's been brewing for years. Now you can try to watch your back but we'll just jack you from the front. When we ride in the street, we'll just take what we want. Police can't do nothing at all, cuz when the shit goes down were gonna lay down the law. We're gonna break down the system and tear down the malls and if your too rich we'll make your heart beat stall. White picket fence and two car garage; you can forget about that now cuz it's a sabotage.

J Prim: I don't know about the world, only about my interactions. Everyday I go through motions imitating normal human actions. In all honesty, I'm anything but close to normal in the days when normal means TV, fast food, and money. These days I try to live as simply as possibly. I eat organic fruits, raw nuts, and fresh veggies. That's my solution to living in this American prison state. When I'm tired, I sleep. When I'm bored, I meditate. I don't like giving up my soul for various sums of money. Working the 9 to 5 seems stupid, dumber than funny. I can't justify not living life comfortably, if I'm not lying in a field, I'm walking the back roads of this country I don't know if my actions are equipping me for a revolution. Maybe that revolution’s in my head and I'm desperately searching for a solution. A Way Out.