Coordinates: 53°45′N 0°30′W / 53.75°N 0.50°W / 53.75; -0.50
The Wolds is a term used, in England, to describe a range of hills which consists of open country overlying a base of limestone or chalk.
Wold, is derived from the Old English Wald meaning forest. Over the years the meaning has changed from forest, as in Kent, to open high ground. The suggested reason for this change of meaning is that, originally, Wold would have applied to high forest land and that when the forest had been cleared the name survived, particularly in the Cotswolds and the Lincolnshire and Yorkshire Wolds.
HM Prison Wolds is a Category C men's prison, located south-west of Everthorpe, (near Brough) in the East Riding of Yorkshire, England. The prison is operated by Her Majesty's Prison Service, and is situated next to HMP Everthorpe.
In 1991, G4S won the first prison management contract to be operated by the private sector in the United Kingdom, and all of Europe. HMP Wolds opened in April 1992 as a remand prison and in 1993 was re-rolled to a local Category B prison holding sentenced prisoners. In 2001, HMP Wolds was subject to a competitive re-bid. G4S was the successful bidder for the contract to run HMP Wolds, however the jail was re-rolled again to a Category C training prison.
On 13 July 2011, it was announced that HMP Wolds would be put out to tender in the autumn, accepting bids from private companies and HM Prison Service for the management of the establishment after the current contract with G4S expires. In November 2012 it was announced that the G4S contract would be allowed to expire in July 2013 and the prison would then revert to the public sector.
Look, simply said, I'm a pioneer of my area
Wrote my first line on some paper, I thought I'd share it witcha
I got a mic in 10th grade 'cause of a homie
Who didn't need it, I needed it 'cause I ain't have no money
To buy a mic of my own, I wasn't rich like the other kids
But my mama tried, she ain't doubt me like the others did
Made an account on MySpace so I can publicly
Share my mentality with others, all they did was fuck wit me
Lies on top of lies, all these comments used to fuck wit me
But I had someone at all times, I was luckily
Able to make a change in my game, I switched my flow up
Spit my first sick verse, felt like I had thrown up
I had the voice of a boy, I'm finally grown up
Got my name around but I don't feel like I am known enough
Glorification's my dedication in progress
Tryna be remembered, damn it's a long process
I hope my music will help me become a better man
'Cause there's so many things about me I don't understand
& if you think you know me then you got the upper hand
Cryin' to my grandma reachin' out for an elder's hand
I swear I was depressed when she left us
But God has kept me strong since she left, I'm glad He blessed us
There's only one thing that I regret
Not going to say good bye in the hospital 'fore she left
Every time I take step pass her door, I think see her
Maybe that's my conscious tellin' me that I now need her
However I'm happy that God freed her
I know grandpa was smilin' the moment that he had seen her
I know they're up in heaven & they're happy now
Life just kinda hit me really hard wit a crappy smile
How many people can tell you that they enjoy life?