It Noh Funny and I agree

Howdeedoo. Dis is Algernon now. Yesterday I meet up with Elijah and I try to reason wid him. I tell ‘im how I understand what it is like for him as a young man growing up today, that I know what its like to be young man inna Ingland. But he tell me that I could never know what it like to be young now cuz it so violent on the street wid post code war and other madness.

But I can tell him some story an’ story when I was a yout’ and we had to fight off the racist teddy boys. Yes I have some story for him. But that is for later…

Remember I tell you about It It Noh Funny by LKJ? Well, wid a likkle help from Elijah he help me find this on the hinternet. I fin’ the words for Linton Kwesi poem and a link where you can find out more about him. Seems he knows alotta tings about poetry and politics. Yes, he seem like a man wid nuff wisdom. Mm hmm.

So I put them both, de words and de music for your henjoyment and maybe a likkle heducation. Click on the triangle below to hear Linton read his poem “It Noh Funny”.

IT NOH FUNNY

people sayin´ dis
people sayin´ dat
`bout di yout´ of today
how dem carryin´ on away
an´ it noh funny
it noh funny

dem wi` tek chance
fi get a likkle kile (coil: money)
dem wi` tek chance
fi live-it-up a while
dem wi` tek chance
fi live-it-up in style
dem wi` tek chance
fi goh jump an´ prance
dem wi` tek chance
an dem love blues dance
dem wi` tek chance
an´ dem don´t count di caas (cost)

people sayin´ dis
people sayin´ dat
`bout di yout´ of today
how dem causin´ affray

An Ayleen Untitled freeflow

Wha’ gwan! World! I wanted to be the first to put something on here so this is the first rhyme to pop the Securityty creative writing blog cherry! Now I don’t min’ if people comment yeh but they better not disrespek it yeh, cos I ain’t used to people analyzing my rhymes too tuff, yu get me. But then Zena told me that’s what the POETRICS are for. CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT HOW TO APPRECIATE A RHYME.

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On a clean page I can rage like fire
When I can’t cuss or cry my pen blaze wid desire
Time feminine faction 2 touch a likkle mic da
manz dem ‘fraid as I flex wid might
tight lyrical content an a rhyme flow
cos its not da cleavage or how da batty show oh
ain’t no testosterone inflatin my ego
Mc Krude Reality gwaan show u how it go
I study rhyme like lyrical chess
About da battle wiv reality ‘n’ how I make it manifest
bless if my days been good more time I’m vex cos of my neighbourhood
so I’m a spit fire / word power explosive lyrical matter
splatter wack emcees demma scatter
dere flow maga when mine gets phatter
been surviving in this gutter I cough and splutter from
da filth needles piss and pipes
bust rubbish bags and smashed street lights
My endz drive me round the bend
cos too many man wanna send you to your grave early
murk a man dem switch dem get gully
chattin blagga blah rare on sum gangsta fake reality tip
another buckie bullet split sum ribs by sum blud that flipped
but no one snitched who did it
I see a next yout dead! erased from the stage of life
how soon before they prematurely out my light
it’s chilling/da killing is spilling blood in waterfalls of pain
God willing rebuilding da feeling of love will release da blame
forget hate and shame / release the pain in my brothers name
krude reality is the same for male and female
poverty sex drugs it’s da classic ghetto tale
But da feminine perspective is just the coin flipped
so pass the mic and cease da noise bout your car and your little d*%k Mc KrudeReality, cute on the outside
But da lyrics she spit mek yu freeze in yu dutty creps and fake Kleins

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MC KrudeReality OUT!!

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