As Salaamu Alaykum my old and dearest friend Javier,
Curious if you know who it is yet? Its Kendra. I don't want you think I have forgotten about you. I have checked on throughout the years. I was in contact with your mom for years until her number didnt work anymore. I miss you very much and I love you dearly. We have been friends since 9th grade and that just doesn't go away. It hurts me to look at your picture because I want you out and free. Please keep your head up and remember you are loved!
VENT - to give vigorous or emotional expression to, or opportunity, or way of escape, or passage, or relief of pressure, to cause fresh air to circulate, so as to replace foul air.
Welcome to the second issue of THE VENT, yeah, with all systems powered up at 2.0. Now, just a few words before we get started.
Our editor, Piankhi, as most of us already know, has been dropping WRITE OR DIE ZINES (WODZ), for 8 years, yeah seriously, 8 years of layouts, designing, assimilations, hustling content, and contributions for production and distribution.
With limited to no resources, Piankhi has provided WODZ readers, and Papyrus Collective Group Bloggers @Betweenthebars.org/group/papyruscollective, full exclusive and unedited access to the youngest and largest condemned population in the United States of America. And for 8 years of his work from inside California Death Row, Piankhi has never asked anyone for one dime.
Y'all already know the business. The state of the struggle requires that wherever you are right now, to get active in our micro-fundraiser for the support for independent publishing, and the prisoner zine vision of this wise young man by picking up your gadgets right now, and go to Jpay.com, and rush a donation of any amount to:
Byron P. Wilson #P.76622 San Quentin State Prison San Quentin, California 94974 USA
And thank you for your support, Sniper Azande Xzyzot (Master of Ceremonies)
7. THE MOVEMENT BY: REYON 8. IDENTITY CRISIS BY: JUVENILE 24. WHO KILLED SAM BY: BIG ROCK 26. INCEPTION BY: SPEEDY CF. TWITTER@PAPYRUSCOLLECTIVE.COM 22. FEATURE GUEST POET 11. GRIMY SINCE BIRTH 27. A NEW ANTHEM VENTRODUCTION RESIST HATE END RACISM 1.800.273.8255 THE WAR ON SUICIDE LEAD BY CREATION MICRO-FUNDRAISER FREE PIANKHI NEW GENERATION RISING KILL THE 13TH AMENDMENT MONKEY-SAVAGE-SLAVE-PROPERTY PRISONER-CONVICT-INMATE-INCARCERATED THE DEVILUTION OF INHUMANITY
FORGIVE POTUS for lacking the courage to treat every American equal
FORGIVE VPOTUS for walking out on unarmed murdered innercity young people
FORGIVE HATEFUL RACISTS for losing their minds
FORGIVE EACH OTHER for same race-on-same race crimes
FORGIVE TERRORISTS for spreading sickness so contagious
FORGIVE THE SOUL, for killing our amazing souls in Las Vegas
FORGIVE THOSE that disrespected you as a kid
FORGIVE YOURSELF for whatever dirt you did
FORGIVE OUR YOUTH for attempting suicide for it just may be impossible for everybody to experience peace, love, and humanity on a global scale when we allow for our most precious natural resource to just die.
PAGE: TITLE: 2. VENTRODUCTION 4. BEHIND THE PAGES 6. VENTROSPECTIVE 11. A NEW ANTHEM 13. BLACK JEWELZ 14. ANGRY BLACK MAN 18. LIFE & DEATH 20. MY LIFE OF SIN 22. POET 24. @GOLGOTHA W/ POP'Z 29. FORGIVE PART 1.
SPECIAL GUEST: POP'Z, MUGZY'S WIFE, J-ROCK'S WIFE, STRIKER 8
ARTIST: PORTRAITS - ROBERT DUNSON GRAFFITI - JOSEPH "J-KUL" MERCADO BRICK WALL - ROBERT "COWBOY" WILLIAMS AIR VENTS - KEMET INK. SCROLL - JOHNNY "BANDITO' ESPINOSA
ZINED UP BY XZYZST (EXIST) -VENTROSPECTIVE-VENTRODUCTION
Oh say can you see Jose did you see DACA being murdered, you are not allowed to dream Presidential propaganda, opposite of Dr. King He is not our leader, so we stand to take a knee This is the new Anthem, hashtag when we tweet Black Lives Matter, looking at my skin I ain't black, but it don't matter Equality out the window, so broke, looking shattered By the leader of the Klan acting like a madder hatter White House cyber bully key pad pitter patter Done made his way to sports, working down the ladder Collins out of work, Billy Bush, what's sadder Proud when he brags, "I don't ask, I just grab her" Won't shame a killer cop, or Nazi and he'd rather Spew hate and divide, using words like daggers Speech ain't free when it cost the jobs we gathered. Still we take a knee, career suicide Land of the free is only freedom when you die Thank her for her service, put her life on the line Protecting freedoms and the flag that we fly Made her useless and revoked all her rights Cause she was born to He, transcend a girl from a guy? Watch 'em all unite and take a knee for their PRIDE Homophobic slurs over-compensating, you hide behind your words Scratches on your back and the lowest selfworth Cause the things you hate the most, is the love you prefer Take a knee for your shame Slave to your own brain Take a knee in your chains You full of fear, we could never be the same And no matter what you say You are not the leader of the home of the brave
The pressure is constant the pain unreal I've killed too many I don't know what to feel Those souls are haunting me I can't sleep without these pills In my dreams it's a struggle to see light even with this rock on my back I continue to fight What's worst being a killer or the one murdered I don't know which to choose with either choice I seem like I lose I love my son with all of my heart I hope I shed light on Him so He can shine in the dark Yes I want to change my ways is it too late? I've been on death row seven whole years I lost count of all of my tears My name rings bells so many heard of me Some show me love but most want to murder me even if I change will it change how they feel probably not if I just keep it real Karma has handed me a cold death sentence I try to block out the pain but I still feel it I was born black that's two strikes against me when you're dirt poor a life of crime is so tempting Mama I really love you you stepped up to the plate You always kept it real you ain't never been fake I ain't never felt this love so it's hard to relate in my dreams the other night I saw your beautiful face You held me tight in your arms to block away all the danger told me you still love me even though I'm a gangsta You ain't never judged me that makes me want to change it's a constant struggle for me I'm lost in the game
Forgive each other, for forgetting: "And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." Then wonder why they're always against us. Forgive each other, for forcing the best of us to set aside their own knees on behalf of the blessed of us, and our most valued black resident, as we forgive ourselves, and the rest of us, for failing to get up off our knees and stand on our own two feet and forgive the ultimate failure of the first black president. Forgive each other for killing each other Black on black descendants of God, and forgive us our elders for neglecting forgiveness lessons as the ultimate form of Jihad. The irony of this poetic analogical text, in the form of this epilogue, is that, the business of the funeral services of both, slain black youth, and cops, are often conducted at the same mortuary, or church, the same Lord's prayer, chapter and verse. Same video reflections, same grave site motorcade processions. Everybody singing the same songs, crying the same tears, and wondering, just who's side is God on? God is commanded to be on the side of the forgiver, Matt 6:12 is still there for you to view. I'll start this conversation by forgiving myself, and feeling really good about forgiving you too.
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Curious if you know who it is yet? Its Kendra. I don't want you think I have forgotten about you. I have checked on throughout the years. I was in contact with your mom for years until her number didnt work anymore. I miss you very much and I love you dearly. We have been friends since 9th grade and that just doesn't go away. It hurts me to look at your picture because I want you out and free. Please keep your head up and remember you are loved!
Love, blessing and hugs,
Kendra
VENT - to give vigorous or emotional expression to, or opportunity, or way of escape, or passage, or relief of pressure, to cause fresh air to circulate, so as to replace foul air.
Welcome to the second issue of THE VENT, yeah, with all systems powered up at 2.0. Now, just a few words before we get started.
Our editor, Piankhi, as most of us already know, has been dropping WRITE OR DIE ZINES (WODZ), for 8 years, yeah seriously, 8 years of layouts, designing, assimilations, hustling content, and contributions for production and distribution.
With limited to no resources, Piankhi has provided WODZ readers, and Papyrus Collective Group Bloggers @Betweenthebars.org/group/papyruscollective, full exclusive and unedited access to the youngest and largest condemned population in the United States of America. And for 8 years of his work from inside California Death Row, Piankhi has never asked anyone for one dime.
Y'all already know the business. The state of the struggle requires that wherever you are right now, to get active in our micro-fundraiser for the support for independent publishing, and the prisoner zine vision of this wise young man by picking up your gadgets right now, and go to Jpay.com, and rush a donation of any amount to:
Byron P. Wilson #P.76622
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, California 94974
USA
And thank you for your support,
Sniper Azande Xzyzot (Master of Ceremonies)
7. THE MOVEMENT BY: REYON
8. IDENTITY CRISIS BY: JUVENILE
24. WHO KILLED SAM BY: BIG ROCK
26. INCEPTION BY: SPEEDY
CF. TWITTER@PAPYRUSCOLLECTIVE.COM
22. FEATURE GUEST POET
11. GRIMY SINCE BIRTH
27. A NEW ANTHEM
VENTRODUCTION
RESIST HATE
END RACISM
1.800.273.8255 THE WAR ON SUICIDE
LEAD BY CREATION
MICRO-FUNDRAISER
FREE PIANKHI
NEW GENERATION RISING
KILL THE 13TH AMENDMENT
MONKEY-SAVAGE-SLAVE-PROPERTY
PRISONER-CONVICT-INMATE-INCARCERATED
THE DEVILUTION OF INHUMANITY
FORGIVE POTUS
for lacking the courage to
treat every American equal
FORGIVE VPOTUS
for walking out on unarmed
murdered innercity young people
FORGIVE HATEFUL RACISTS
for losing their minds
FORGIVE EACH OTHER
for same race-on-same race crimes
FORGIVE TERRORISTS
for spreading sickness so contagious
FORGIVE THE SOUL, for
killing our amazing souls in Las Vegas
FORGIVE THOSE
that disrespected you as a kid
FORGIVE YOURSELF
for whatever dirt you did
FORGIVE OUR YOUTH
for attempting suicide
for it just may be impossible
for everybody to experience
peace, love, and humanity on
a global scale when we
allow for our most precious natural
resource to just die.
—SNipeR AZANde XZYZST (exist)
PAGE: TITLE:
2. VENTRODUCTION
4. BEHIND THE PAGES
6. VENTROSPECTIVE
11. A NEW ANTHEM
13. BLACK JEWELZ
14. ANGRY BLACK MAN
18. LIFE & DEATH
20. MY LIFE OF SIN
22. POET
24. @GOLGOTHA W/ POP'Z
29. FORGIVE PART 1.
COPYLEFT 2018
FEATURING:
PIANKHI, SQUABBLEZ, LOUTAH,
B.G., XZYZST, JOKER, FACE,
NARMEER, SWOOP, MUGZY, J-ROCK
SPECIAL GUEST:
POP'Z, MUGZY'S WIFE,
J-ROCK'S WIFE, STRIKER 8
ARTIST:
PORTRAITS - ROBERT DUNSON
GRAFFITI - JOSEPH "J-KUL" MERCADO
BRICK WALL - ROBERT "COWBOY" WILLIAMS
AIR VENTS - KEMET INK.
SCROLL - JOHNNY "BANDITO' ESPINOSA
ZINED UP BY XZYZST (EXIST)
-VENTROSPECTIVE-VENTRODUCTION
Oh say can you see
Jose did you see
DACA being murdered, you are not allowed to dream
Presidential propaganda, opposite of Dr. King
He is not our leader, so we stand to take a knee
This is the new Anthem, hashtag when we tweet
Black Lives Matter, looking at my skin
I ain't black, but it don't matter
Equality out the window, so broke, looking shattered
By the leader of the Klan acting like a madder hatter
White House cyber bully key pad pitter patter
Done made his way to sports, working down the ladder
Collins out of work, Billy Bush, what's sadder
Proud when he brags, "I don't ask, I just grab her"
Won't shame a killer cop, or Nazi and he'd rather
Spew hate and divide, using words like daggers
Speech ain't free when it cost the jobs we gathered.
Still we take a knee, career suicide
Land of the free is only freedom when you die
Thank her for her service, put her life on the line
Protecting freedoms and the flag that we fly
Made her useless and revoked all her rights
Cause she was born to He, transcend a girl from a guy?
Watch 'em all unite and take a knee for their PRIDE
Homophobic slurs
over-compensating, you hide behind your words
Scratches on your back and the lowest selfworth
Cause the things you hate the most, is the love you prefer
Take a knee for your shame
Slave to your own brain
Take a knee in your chains
You full of fear, we could never be the same
And no matter what you say
You are not the leader of the home of the brave
- Loutah
1 of 1
The pressure is constant the pain unreal
I've killed too many I don't know what to feel
Those souls are haunting me I can't sleep without these pills
In my dreams it's a struggle to see light
even with this rock on my back I continue to fight
What's worst being a killer or the one murdered
I don't know which to choose
with either choice I seem like I lose
I love my son with all of my heart
I hope I shed light on Him so He can shine in the dark
Yes I want to change my ways is it too late?
I've been on death row seven whole years
I lost count of all of my tears
My name rings bells so many heard of me
Some show me love but most want to murder me
even if I change will it change how they feel
probably not if I just keep it real
Karma has handed me a cold death sentence
I try to block out the pain but I still feel it
I was born black that's two strikes against me
when you're dirt poor a life of crime is so tempting
Mama I really love you you stepped up to the plate
You always kept it real you ain't never been fake
I ain't never felt this love so it's hard to relate
in my dreams the other night I saw your beautiful face
You held me tight in your arms to block away all the danger
told me you still love me even though I'm a gangsta
You ain't never judged me that makes me want to change
it's a constant struggle for me I'm lost in the game
By: FACE
Forgive each other, for forgetting:
"And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us."
Then wonder why they're always against us.
Forgive each other,
for forcing the best of us
to set aside their own knees
on behalf of the blessed of us, and our
most valued black resident,
as we forgive ourselves, and the rest of us,
for failing to get up off our knees
and stand on our own two feet
and forgive the ultimate failure
of the first black president.
Forgive each other for killing each other
Black on black descendants of God,
and forgive us our elders
for neglecting forgiveness lessons
as the ultimate form of Jihad.
The irony of this poetic analogical text,
in the form of this epilogue, is that,
the business of the funeral services
of both, slain black youth, and cops,
are often conducted at the same mortuary, or church,
the same Lord's prayer, chapter and verse.
Same video reflections,
same grave site motorcade processions.
Everybody singing the same songs,
crying the same tears, and wondering,
just who's side is God on?
God is commanded to be on the side of the forgiver,
Matt 6:12 is still there for you to view.
I'll start this conversation by forgiving myself,
and feeling really good about forgiving you too.
- Sniper Azande Xzyzst (exist)