Ehrenreich notes that although this new style of positive thinking did apparently help invalidism or neurasthenia, it had no effect whatsoever on diseases such as diphtheria, scarlet fever, typhus, tuberculosis and cholera – just as, today, it will not cure cancer.
Thus it was that positive thinking, the assumption that one only has to think a thing or desire it to make it happen, began its rapid rise to influence. Today, as Ehrenreich shows, it has a massive impact on business, religion and the world's economy. She describes visits to motivational speaker conferences where workers who have recently been made redundant and forced to join the short-term contract culture are taught that a "good team player" is by definition "a positive person" who "smiles frequently, does not complain, is not overly critical and gratefully submits to whatever the boss demands". These are people who have less and less power to chart their own futures, but who are given, thanks to positive thinking, "a world-view – a belief system, almost a religion – that claimed they were, in fact, infinitely powerful, if only they could master their own minds."
And none was more susceptible to the lure of this philosophy than those self-styled "masters of the universe", the Wall Street bankers. Those of us raised to believe that saving up, having a deposit and living within one's means were the way to proceed and who wondered how on earth the credit crunch and the subprime disasters could have happened need look no further than the culture that argued that positive thinking would enable anyone to realise their desires. (Or as one of Ehrenreich's chapter headings has it, "God wants you to be rich".)
Ehrenreich's work explains where the cult of individualism began and what a devastating impact it has had on the need for collective responsibility. We must, she says, shake off our capacity for self-absorption and take action against the threats that face us, whether climate change, conflict, feeding the hungry, funding scientific inquiry or education that fosters critical thinking. She is anxious to emphasise that she does "not write in a spirit of sourness or personal disappointment, nor do I have any romantic attachment to suffering as a source of insight or virtue. On the contrary, I would like to see more smiles, more laughter, more hugs, more happiness… and the first step is to recover from the mass delusion that is positive thinking". Her book, it seems to me, is a call for the return of common sense and, I'm afraid, in what purports to be a work of criticism, I can find only positive things to say about it. Damn!
I had long suspected that improved survival rates for women who had breast cancer had absolutely nothing to do with the "power" of positive thinking. For women diagnosed between 2001 and 2006, 82% were expected to survive for five years, compared with only 52% diagnosed 30 years earlier. The figures can be directly related to improved detection, better surgical techniques, a greater understanding of the different types of breast cancer and the development of targeted treatments. Ehrenreich presents the evidence of numerous studies demonstrating that positive thinking has no effect on survival rates and she provides the sad testimonies of women who have been devastated by what one researcher has called "an additional burden to an already devastated patient".
Pity, for example, the woman who wrote to the mind/body medical guru Deepak Chopra: "Even though I follow the treatments, have come a long way in unburdening myself of toxic feelings, have forgiven everyone, changed my lifestyle to include meditation, prayer, proper diet, exercise and supplements, the cancer keeps coming back. Am I missing a lesson here that it keeps re-occurring? I am positive I am going to beat it, yet it does get harder with each diagnosis to keep a positive attitude."
As Ehrenreich goes on to explain, exhortations to think positively – to see the glass as half-full even when it lies shattered on the floor – are not restricted to the pink-ribbon culture of breast cancer. She roots America's susceptibility to the philosophy of positive thinking in the country's Calvinist past and demonstrates how, in its early days, a puritanical "demand for perpetual effort and self-examination to the point of self-loathing" terrified small children and reduced "formerly healthy adults to a condition of morbid withdrawal, usually marked by physical maladies as well as inner terror".
It was only in the early 19th century that the clouds of Calvinist gloom began to break and a new movement began to grow that would take as fervent a hold as the old one had. It was the joining of two thinkers, Phineas Parkhurst Quimby and Mary Baker Eddy, in the 1860s that brought about the formalisation of a post-Calvinist world-view, known as the New Thought Movement. A new type of God was envisaged who was no longer hostile and indifferent, but an all-powerful spirit whom humans had merely to access to take control of the physical world.
Middle-class women found this new style of thinking, which came to be known as the "laws of attraction", particularly beneficial. They had spent their days shut out from any role other than reclining on a chaise longue, denied any opportunity to strive in the world, but the New Thought approach and its "talking therapy" developed by Quimby opened up exciting new possibilities. Mary Baker Eddy, a beneficiary of the cure, went on to found Christian Science.
Dear Zakee, thank you for your reply. I am not sure if I agree 100% to what you write. I think sadness is part of human emotional life. It should not be onces goal in life, and one should not get stuck in it, but it is part of life and living. Anyway, I ll give you an review of a book that is a critique of positive thinking. You might find it interesting:
Very so often a book appears that so chimes with your own thinking, yet flies so spectacularly in the face of fashionable philosophy, that it comes as a profoundly reassuring relief. After reading Barbara Ehrenreich's Smile or Die: How Positive Thinking Fooled America and the World, I feel as if I can wallow in grief, gloom, disappointment or whatever negative emotion comes naturally without worrying that I've become that frightful stereotype, the curmudgeonly, grumpy old woman. Instead, I can be merely human: someone who doesn't have to convince herself that every rejection or disaster is a golden opportunity to "move on" in an upbeat manner.
Ehrenreich came to her critique of the multi-billion-dollar positive-thinking industry – a swamp of books, DVDs, life coaches, executive coaches and motivational speakers – in similar misery-making circumstances to those I experienced. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and, like me, found herself increasingly disturbed by the martial parlance and "pink" culture that has come to surround the disease. My response when confronted with the "positive attitude will help you battle and survive this experience" brigade was to rail against the use of militaristic vocabulary and ask how miserable the optimism of the "survivor" would make the poor woman who was dying from her breast cancer. It seemed to me that an "invasion" of cancer cells was a pure lottery. No one knows the cause. As Ehrenreich says: "I had no known risk factors, there was no breast cancer in the family, I'd had my babies relatively young and nursed them both. I ate right, drank sparingly, worked out, and, besides, my breasts were so small that I figured a lump or two would improve my figure." (Mercifully, she hasn't lost her sense of humour.)
Dear Kelly, I am sorry to hear you've been to the hole and lost some of your stuff. Sounds like some hurricane hit you and yours. I would not have expected the hole be with a cellie, what is the difference between hole and unholy? 24 hours locked up? Oh yeah the 2 questions, I am living in the Nehterlands and I read about BtB in a Dutch newspaper. Thats how it al started for me... What about you, how did you come across BtB? Have a good day, Julia
I dont even call it violence I call it common sense instinct of self preservation is self defense Dey on a kill a nigga campain we rally and complain dey wont get it thru dey brain till itz a even exchange how can we achieve change repeatin dat old game stole da stigma from nigga whips and chainz America taught us we were ugly of ourselvez to be ashamed now dey walk into da doctor tell'em make me look da same begininn in tender stagez played by affliction told da only thing we'll eva be iz dead or in prison divided instead of united by oppression and circumstance where lack of optionz make everything worth a chance time to borrow against da promise of tomarrow wit da equity of yesterday wuz da use of breathin without a reason to give your breath away In da scope of history da 60'z iz like yesterday we disrespectin those who died for shit dat we expect today shotout to Freddie Gray dis shit iz everyday how much talkin iz too much what else iz left to say should I even need to explain everything iz not ok if so do you think dey would have it any otha way shotout to Kendre still hear da hurt in ya MaMa voice Shotout to Oscar Grant shotout to Treyvon Shotout to Jordan Davis the list continues on Shotout to Emmit Till yeah we remember still Bacc against da fence so in defense we present endless will shotout to Mike Brown what betta time den right now Black Lives only Matter when each iz armed witta hunnit roundz Kicked aside disenfranchised aint nobody concerned so we dont need no water let dat muthafucca burn before liberty comes violence we sufferin in silence no overlord has ever been overthrown by politeness gotta stand for sumtin we done fell for everything worst part of dat city dey dedicate streetz to Martin Luther King wonder how would he feel his name attached to a battlefield all in da line of duty young blacc blood iz spilled on dey rod shit extended clipz pistol on P.E.D'z if we could only see da P.D'z az our enemiez? We cant relax we gotta react 8 shotz in da bacc Walter Scott died az dis Cat covered hiz traccz, enough handz up it'z beyond time to stand up, everybody wanna be da Man, nobody wanna Man uo
WLD: Tell'em boit dis green blacc, white, brown, yellow, young or old huh/ Blacc on Blacc 9 ski mask but it aint cold huh/ Im done talking my thoughtz in fucc it mode/ Tell dem muthafuccaz talk into my bullerhole
XZ: Herez 1 fo ya, dey say it'z because we say nigga, wont do calm & peace, not wait'n on da lawd, dont give a fuk about no hope, like niggaz need hope?
WLD: Dey gave a nigga bible told niggaz to hope/ fucc what dey called us, dey didn't give a nigga soap/ If nuttin else niggaz have an amazing ability to cope/ Dey left a nigga broke den dey blessed us wit some coke/ Nigga used to have to pass just to stay afloat/ Now everybody wanna be a nigga, yeah nigga Imm'a gloat/ Im done talkin my thoughtz in fucc it mode/ Tell dem muthafuccaz talk into my bullethole
XZ: Whatta ya say to idiot'z that blame it On poverty, poor schoolz & tha need for Jesus to save our soulz?
WLD: I gotta agree wit'em da system so cold/ born into a chokehold so survival supercedes goalz/ We need Jesus to save us from cops on patrol/ or turn dis bitch into Dallas, talk into my bullethole/
--R.I.P. Micah Johnson
Alton Sterling 3 of 5
XZ: Good look'n out young gun, it'z been an honor to spill dis ink wit cha, tha country iz full of cop-outz, excuses, and convo deflector'z rightnow, too many expertz iz talk'n loud & aint say'n shit.
"Stop Kill'n Us" iz all that needz to be said, dey need to explain the smoke screen'z to all tha black inner city youth thatz already shot up, or dead.
And since we all know, that cemetarie'z & urn'z dont do hope, purhap'z the cop'z need to start talk'n to eachother, or else talk into tha bullet hole'z of us all, az tha youth of America call for gun control of the weapon'z in the hand'z of 100% of those that took oath to protect & serve all communitie'z equally, aint nobody talk'n bout dat tho,
You got tha last word, hit tha people wit someth'n my nigga, from yo archive.
WLD: I really appreciate the opportunity, and I really enjoyed trading bars with you. Everyone may not agree with or subscribe to my views or others featured here, but I would like to salute you brothaz for creating a platform to give us a voice... speaking of which, I got one more for you, and anytime you need one, Just holla.
(Anatomy of a Zine) Fresh off the inner city streets of America, enters a new wave of young people to the condemned population at San Quentin State Prison, here in California.
One of these young men is known as Wyld, as his popular street tribal name is associated with his emcee skillset, so we had to catch up with him, shot a back issue of the Write Or Die Zine Project at him, as we assumed he would, he shot back, with a photo and a verse that we published in our Poetry, Prose & Condz vil, 2 issue, see it online @: betweenthebars.org/Group/Papyruscollective: post titled: WYLD
(The Tone) For this unique ventilation ceremony, we had to feature this young prolific hood rhyme slinger in our @Golgotha interview segment, as we formatted the session in, rhyme exchange cipher mode, so engage the voices of American innercity youth, in what organically became titled:
(Talk Into My Bullethole)
Date: August 28, 2018 Time: 11:50am, (at Yard Recall) Location: Unit East Block, 4th Tier, Yardside, Calif. Condemned Row. Format: Hand documented by: Xzyzst (exist), & Wyld (wild). PageCount: 5pages Contributors: 2
Any and all additional written content contained within this segment soley written, produced, arranged and performed by: Wyld
Alan Blueford 1 of 5
@Golgotha w/Wyld an interview by: Xzyyst (exist
XZ: What ya say 2 blined-eyed politicianz always talk'n bout, vote'z & pole'z?
WLD: Dey dont give a fucc about our hopez and goalz / Dem politicianz pimpin, what dat make us hoez? / Im done talkin my thoughtz in fucc it mode / Tell dem Muthafuccaz talk into my bullethole
XZ: Whatta bout manipulator'z talk'n bout, tha system & race, az if tha system aint human controlled?
WLD: Da system waz designed to defend da liez dey told / stacc'n da decc against us to ensure dey neva fold / Im done talkin my thoughtz in fucc it mode / Tell dem muthafuccaz, talk into my bullethole
XZ: How bout, house niggaz talk'n bout no more bright color'z, nappy hair, hoodie'z, white T-shirtz, skinny Jean'z, saggy pantz, urban sportswear, stop resist'n & do what ya told?
WLD: How can we tell a muthafucca what he already knowz / how come we da only muthafuccaz dyin ova clothez / number one problem wit what you muthafuccaz propose / no matter what you wear muthafuccaz ya skin shows / Im done talkin my thoutz in muthafucc it mode / Tell dem muthafuccaz talk into my bullethole.
XZ: Whatta ya say to deflector trader nigga'z talkin bout, black on black crime, dis excuse is gett'n old, huh?
whts good bro how are how have u been i knw its been a while since we actually demoed but knw this bro u have always been on my mind ki always felt like maybe if i would have cuffed u up you wouldnt be in this situation or if i would have told them to leave u in gurnee maybe my lil bro would be here.....mannnnn lil bro shit is mad crazy out here now man me and ya sis are not together melbria in indian antwanete and ya ma in iowa oh yea i got another son on the way man g life just aint the same without u being out here in this world with all ya nieces and nephews i miss u lil bro the fam miss u i want to stay strong and focused ALLAH WILLING I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN MY HEART THT U WILL COME FRM UNDER THIS IMA SEND THIS LETTER BY SAYING STAY STRONG U CAN BEAT THIS NEVER GIVE UP...I LOVE TO THE MOON AND BACK PEACE BLESSING YOUR BIG BRO DRE...PS IM WIT U BRO I NEVA FORGOT U
man ant i love u boy i aint forget about u this dre your niece and nephews father hold ya head and stay strong u can write me to bro 6510 s rockwell chicago il 60629 hit me bro.
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Thus it was that positive thinking, the assumption that one only has to think a thing or desire it to make it happen, began its rapid rise to influence. Today, as Ehrenreich shows, it has a massive impact on business, religion and the world's economy. She describes visits to motivational speaker conferences where workers who have recently been made redundant and forced to join the short-term contract culture are taught that a "good team player" is by definition "a positive person" who "smiles frequently, does not complain, is not overly critical and gratefully submits to whatever the boss demands". These are people who have less and less power to chart their own futures, but who are given, thanks to positive thinking, "a world-view – a belief system, almost a religion – that claimed they were, in fact, infinitely powerful, if only they could master their own minds."
And none was more susceptible to the lure of this philosophy than those self-styled "masters of the universe", the Wall Street bankers. Those of us raised to believe that saving up, having a deposit and living within one's means were the way to proceed and who wondered how on earth the credit crunch and the subprime disasters could have happened need look no further than the culture that argued that positive thinking would enable anyone to realise their desires. (Or as one of Ehrenreich's chapter headings has it, "God wants you to be rich".)
Ehrenreich's work explains where the cult of individualism began and what a devastating impact it has had on the need for collective responsibility. We must, she says, shake off our capacity for self-absorption and take action against the threats that face us, whether climate change, conflict, feeding the hungry, funding scientific inquiry or education that fosters critical thinking. She is anxious to emphasise that she does "not write in a spirit of sourness or personal disappointment, nor do I have any romantic attachment to suffering as a source of insight or virtue. On the contrary, I would like to see more smiles, more laughter, more hugs, more happiness… and the first step is to recover from the mass delusion that is positive thinking". Her book, it seems to me, is a call for the return of common sense and, I'm afraid, in what purports to be a work of criticism, I can find only positive things to say about it. Damn!
Pity, for example, the woman who wrote to the mind/body medical guru Deepak Chopra: "Even though I follow the treatments, have come a long way in unburdening myself of toxic feelings, have forgiven everyone, changed my lifestyle to include meditation, prayer, proper diet, exercise and supplements, the cancer keeps coming back. Am I missing a lesson here that it keeps re-occurring? I am positive I am going to beat it, yet it does get harder with each diagnosis to keep a positive attitude."
As Ehrenreich goes on to explain, exhortations to think positively – to see the glass as half-full even when it lies shattered on the floor – are not restricted to the pink-ribbon culture of breast cancer. She roots America's susceptibility to the philosophy of positive thinking in the country's Calvinist past and demonstrates how, in its early days, a puritanical "demand for perpetual effort and self-examination to the point of self-loathing" terrified small children and reduced "formerly healthy adults to a condition of morbid withdrawal, usually marked by physical maladies as well as inner terror".
It was only in the early 19th century that the clouds of Calvinist gloom began to break and a new movement began to grow that would take as fervent a hold as the old one had. It was the joining of two thinkers, Phineas Parkhurst Quimby and Mary Baker Eddy, in the 1860s that brought about the formalisation of a post-Calvinist world-view, known as the New Thought Movement. A new type of God was envisaged who was no longer hostile and indifferent, but an all-powerful spirit whom humans had merely to access to take control of the physical world.
Middle-class women found this new style of thinking, which came to be known as the "laws of attraction", particularly beneficial. They had spent their days shut out from any role other than reclining on a chaise longue, denied any opportunity to strive in the world, but the New Thought approach and its "talking therapy" developed by Quimby opened up exciting new possibilities. Mary Baker Eddy, a beneficiary of the cure, went on to found Christian Science.
thank you for your reply. I am not sure if I agree 100% to what you write. I think sadness is part of human emotional life. It should not be onces goal in life, and one should not get stuck in it, but it is part of life and living.
Anyway, I ll give you an review of a book that is a critique of positive thinking. You might find it interesting:
Very so often a book appears that so chimes with your own thinking, yet flies so spectacularly in the face of fashionable philosophy, that it comes as a profoundly reassuring relief. After reading Barbara Ehrenreich's Smile or Die: How Positive Thinking Fooled America and the World, I feel as if I can wallow in grief, gloom, disappointment or whatever negative emotion comes naturally without worrying that I've become that frightful stereotype, the curmudgeonly, grumpy old woman. Instead, I can be merely human: someone who doesn't have to convince herself that every rejection or disaster is a golden opportunity to "move on" in an upbeat manner.
Ehrenreich came to her critique of the multi-billion-dollar positive-thinking industry – a swamp of books, DVDs, life coaches, executive coaches and motivational speakers – in similar misery-making circumstances to those I experienced. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and, like me, found herself increasingly disturbed by the martial parlance and "pink" culture that has come to surround the disease. My response when confronted with the "positive attitude will help you battle and survive this experience" brigade was to rail against the use of militaristic vocabulary and ask how miserable the optimism of the "survivor" would make the poor woman who was dying from her breast cancer. It seemed to me that an "invasion" of cancer cells was a pure lottery. No one knows the cause. As Ehrenreich says: "I had no known risk factors, there was no breast cancer in the family, I'd had my babies relatively young and nursed them both. I ate right, drank sparingly, worked out, and, besides, my breasts were so small that I figured a lump or two would improve my figure." (Mercifully, she hasn't lost her sense of humour.)
I am sorry to hear you've been to the hole and lost some of your stuff. Sounds like some hurricane hit you and yours. I would not have expected the hole be with a cellie, what is the difference between hole and unholy? 24 hours locked up? Oh yeah the 2 questions, I am living in the Nehterlands and I read about BtB in a Dutch newspaper. Thats how it al started for me... What about you, how did you come across BtB? Have a good day, Julia
Lin "Spit" Newborn
5 of 5
I dont even call it violence I call it common sense
instinct of self preservation is self defense
Dey on a kill a nigga campain we rally and complain
dey wont get it thru dey brain till itz a even exchange
how can we achieve change repeatin dat old game
stole da stigma from nigga whips and chainz
America taught us we were ugly of ourselvez to be ashamed
now dey walk into da doctor tell'em make me look da same
begininn in tender stagez played by affliction
told da only thing we'll eva be iz dead or in prison
divided instead of united by oppression and circumstance
where lack of optionz make everything worth a chance
time to borrow against da promise of tomarrow wit da equity of yesterday
wuz da use of breathin without a reason to give your breath away
In da scope of history da 60'z iz like yesterday
we disrespectin those who died for shit dat we expect today
shotout to Freddie Gray dis shit iz everyday
how much talkin iz too much what else iz left to say
should I even need to explain everything iz not ok
if so do you think dey would have it any otha way
shotout to Kendre still hear da hurt in ya MaMa voice
Shotout to Oscar Grant shotout to Treyvon
Shotout to Jordan Davis the list continues on
Shotout to Emmit Till yeah we remember still
Bacc against da fence so in defense we present endless will
shotout to Mike Brown what betta time den right now
Black Lives only Matter when each iz armed witta hunnit roundz
Kicked aside disenfranchised aint nobody concerned
so we dont need no water let dat muthafucca burn
before liberty comes violence we sufferin in silence
no overlord has ever been overthrown by politeness
gotta stand for sumtin we done fell for everything
worst part of dat city dey dedicate streetz to Martin Luther King
wonder how would he feel his name attached to a battlefield
all in da line of duty young blacc blood iz spilled
on dey rod shit extended clipz pistol on P.E.D'z
if we could only see da P.D'z az our enemiez?
We cant relax we gotta react 8 shotz in da bacc
Walter Scott died az dis Cat covered hiz traccz, enough handz up
it'z beyond time to stand up, everybody wanna be da Man, nobody wanna Man uo
Lin "Spit" Newborn
5 of 5
young or old huh/ Blacc on Blacc 9 ski mask
but it aint cold huh/ Im done talking my
thoughtz in fucc it mode/ Tell dem muthafuccaz
talk into my bullerhole
XZ: Herez 1 fo ya, dey say it'z because
we say nigga, wont do calm & peace,
not wait'n on da lawd, dont give a
fuk about no hope, like niggaz need hope?
WLD: Dey gave a nigga bible told niggaz to hope/
fucc what dey called us, dey didn't give a nigga soap/
If nuttin else niggaz have an amazing ability
to cope/ Dey left a nigga broke den dey
blessed us wit some coke/ Nigga used to
have to pass just to stay afloat/ Now
everybody wanna be a nigga, yeah nigga Imm'a
gloat/ Im done talkin my thoughtz in fucc it
mode/ Tell dem muthafuccaz talk into my
bullethole
XZ: Whatta ya say to idiot'z that blame it
On poverty, poor schoolz & tha
need for Jesus to save our soulz?
WLD: I gotta agree wit'em da system so cold/ born
into a chokehold so survival supercedes goalz/
We need Jesus to save us from cops on patrol/
or turn dis bitch into Dallas, talk into my
bullethole/
--R.I.P.
Micah Johnson
Alton Sterling
3 of 5
XZ: Good look'n out young gun, it'z been an
honor to spill dis ink wit cha, tha country
iz full of cop-outz, excuses, and convo
deflector'z rightnow, too many expertz iz
talk'n loud & aint say'n shit.
"Stop Kill'n Us" iz all that needz to be
said, dey need to explain the smoke screen'z
to all tha black inner city youth thatz
already shot up, or dead.
And since we all know, that cemetarie'z &
urn'z dont do hope, purhap'z the cop'z
need to start talk'n to eachother, or
else talk into tha bullet hole'z of us all,
az tha youth of America call for gun
control of the weapon'z in the hand'z
of 100% of those that took oath to
protect & serve all communitie'z equally,
aint nobody talk'n bout dat tho,
You got tha last word, hit tha people
wit someth'n my nigga, from yo archive.
WLD: I really appreciate the opportunity, and I
really enjoyed trading bars with you.
Everyone may not agree with or subscribe
to my views or others featured here, but I
would like to salute you brothaz for
creating a platform to give us a voice...
speaking of which, I got one more
for you, and anytime you need one,
Just holla.
XZ: Vent Son.....
Paul Oneal
4 of 5
(Anatomy of a Zine)
Fresh off the inner city streets of America, enters a new wave of young people to the
condemned population at San Quentin State Prison, here in California.
One of these young men is known as Wyld, as his popular street tribal name is associated
with his emcee skillset, so we had to catch up with him, shot a back issue of the Write
Or Die Zine Project at him, as we assumed he would, he shot back, with a photo and a verse
that we published in our Poetry, Prose & Condz vil, 2 issue, see it online @:
betweenthebars.org/Group/Papyruscollective: post titled: WYLD
(The Tone)
For this unique ventilation ceremony, we had to feature this young prolific hood rhyme
slinger in our @Golgotha interview segment, as we formatted the session in, rhyme
exchange cipher mode, so engage the voices of American innercity youth, in what
organically became titled:
(Talk Into My Bullethole)
Date: August 28, 2018
Time: 11:50am, (at Yard Recall)
Location: Unit East Block, 4th Tier, Yardside, Calif. Condemned Row.
Format: Hand documented by: Xzyzst (exist), & Wyld (wild).
PageCount: 5pages
Contributors: 2
Any and all additional written content contained within this segment soley
written, produced, arranged and performed by: Wyld
Alan Blueford
1 of 5
@Golgotha w/Wyld
an interview by: Xzyyst (exist
XZ: What ya say 2 blined-eyed politicianz always talk'n bout, vote'z & pole'z?
WLD: Dey dont give a fucc about our hopez and goalz / Dem politicianz pimpin,
what dat make us hoez? / Im done talkin my thoughtz in fucc it mode /
Tell dem Muthafuccaz talk into my bullethole
XZ: Whatta bout manipulator'z talk'n bout, tha system & race, az if tha system
aint human controlled?
WLD: Da system waz designed to defend da liez dey told / stacc'n da decc against
us to ensure dey neva fold / Im done talkin my thoughtz in fucc it mode /
Tell dem muthafuccaz, talk into my bullethole
XZ: How bout, house niggaz talk'n bout no more bright color'z, nappy hair, hoodie'z,
white T-shirtz, skinny Jean'z, saggy pantz, urban sportswear, stop resist'n
& do what ya told?
WLD: How can we tell a muthafucca what he already knowz / how come we da only
muthafuccaz dyin ova clothez / number one problem wit what you muthafuccaz
propose / no matter what you wear muthafuccaz ya skin shows / Im done talkin my
thoutz in muthafucc it mode / Tell dem muthafuccaz talk into my bullethole.
XZ: Whatta ya say to deflector trader nigga'z
talkin bout, black on black crime, dis
excuse is gett'n old, huh?
Jordan Davis
2 of 5