NEWS FLASH – SOME KIND OF JOKE?!

Ayleen has been in touch with me saying that someone has been inside Elijah’s, her murdered brother’s, tribute page and posted a blog with one of Elijah’s alias’ – SMUGGZ. It is not her, or Brendon, their little brother. Its ok that the author of this blog has written a poem to draw attention to a very serious issue but the point is that no one was authorised to do this. No one from the team knows who has written it.

We can only assume that the blog has been compromised in some way and that the password been broken as also, none of the team have given the password to Elijah’s blog to anyone. It doesn’t make sense as a casual thing to do anyway. But implied threats have been made and responded to in the comments section. We appeal to anyone who may know what this about to not over react and to let us know what is going on. We are doing our best to get to the bottom of this.

To find out more check out the comments on the Lives not Knives post on Elijah’s blog.

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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Bless!!

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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