We are the weeds that grow in the cracks of the sidewalk. Stubborn as hell, living a harsh existence in unforgivin surroundings. weeds are often thrown out, or burned, but when they grow out of cracks of a sidewlak, they add colour to the cold gray conformity. we are stubborn and we may not be he prettiest, but we can grow and we will grow no matter where you plant us bedause we are patirots and we grow out of the cracks of the matrix, and were re writtitng the codes , this is game, God is publisher . all of it, even Saturn moon matrix, we run the show, we print the tickets, fill tue sea