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?
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Hello Marty, I enjoy your submissions. Obviously you are a very intelligent and talented individual. Continue to do what you do and keep those mental muscles exercised! You have an important story to share. Just know there are people who are watching and listening. Take care. Kelly
I haven't commented before, but I have been transcribing many of your posts over the last five or so months. From the present to the past from many years ago. I wanted to say that I really admire your compassion and humanity. It's raw and refreshing wisdom that comes from a wounded but understanding heart. Your writing heals me whenever I'm feeling down, even though I am not a deeply religious person. It's an unexpected joy. Thank you very much for what you've done.
Happy New Year. Let's hope that this year will be a good one for everyone together.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. One of my favorite lines was "I won't miss the prison life but I'll reminisce". This line speaks much volume! Personally, I had a hard year last year; I question if I were depressed or heavily sad. Sometimes I find myself battling the same emotions. But my favorite line in your poem taught me that it's okay to reminisce and move on from a place where you once battled your everyday battles. In fact, it's beneficial because in order for you to grow in life you must respect the past and keep pushing forward.
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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
I enjoy your submissions. Obviously you are a very intelligent and talented individual. Continue to do what you do and keep those mental muscles exercised! You have an important story to share. Just know there are people who are watching and listening. Take care.
Kelly
Happy New Year. Let's hope that this year will be a good one for everyone together.
I really enjoyed reading your poem. One of my favorite lines was "I won't miss the prison life but I'll reminisce". This line speaks much volume! Personally, I had a hard year last year; I question if I were depressed or heavily sad. Sometimes I find myself battling the same emotions. But my favorite line in your poem taught me that it's okay to reminisce and move on from a place where you once battled your everyday battles. In fact, it's beneficial because in order for you to grow in life you must respect the past and keep pushing forward.
And so for that, I thank you.
SAB