@Golgatha w/Wyld

(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
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@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
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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
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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
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by: Wyld
Lin "Spit" Newborn
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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
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