Prim: I keep asking myself why? Why? Why? Why? Why am I preoccupied with occupying my time? I'm tired of finding ways of occupying my time. I'm tired of having to work to eat. I'm tired of not working. I'm tired of walking around town, I'm tired of sitting. I'm tired of doing drugs, drinking, and feeling shitty. I'm tired of talking about myself, Lets talk about you. What do you like to do? Watch TV constantly? I'm not hearing that, let's talk more about me. I take comfort in the things that control me. Like landlords, grocery stores, police and TV? Actually, I hate the things that control me. I hate houses. I hate trains. I hate cars. I hate not knowing what's right and wrong. I want something to live for. I hate commercials and advertisements. Branding their brand names into my spongy grey brain matter. I don't even know my own name anymore. Maybe it's Wal-Mart Maybe it’s Viacom. What are all these words that are ingrained into my mind? Maybe call me long walks. Call me good food. Call me Breakfast. Call me Cap'n. Call me Tetris. Yeah! Call me Tetris. Cuz I'm just a block falling into a space I'm not meant to fit into. Call me happy days. Call me sunrise. Call me confused and jaded, frustrated and ill-fated. I try to focus on the things that satisfy me. Like making shoes, making food, and making out. Actually, fuck making out. How about holding hands, how about long walks. How about intimate conversations. I'm tired of hearing people talk. I don’t want to hear about...

Doog: Yeah. D Double-O G in the piece with my friend Kid Prim. Used to be we were insurrectionary. We used to smash SUV's, now we look for inner peace as we revel in the easy morning breeze. From the ashes of the passion of youth, to a universal truth, and the Earth and the Sun and the Moon. It's the same revolution. It's a brand new tune. There's just something 'bout raw foods man. Put your trust in Justin, drop out now. Society's Fucked. Put your trust in Justin, do what you want.