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I revived the cafe Of my predecessor Midori-Hideski because it was dying.This time I will keep it alive.
This is place where you can caht Listen to poetry and stuff
This be the first poem for the Place The CORNER
I made it theme poem


Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'
We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes
The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners

*cheers for puzzls blantliness...*


(yes, that is my word... xp )

i saved a few...

I have already how would you say this..... well applied to your guild Puzzles.

Anyways here is a poem I call the corner:

Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'
We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes
The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners

I am. The only way I could be black and racist was if I was a bouje witch I'm not

eh!?!!?! when you read it, it forces you to speak like a ghetto person. and while i may not like that poem, i give you "props" for making ME soeak like a gheto person. xp

I think I understood the last half but I was confused by a few parts of the beginning, mostly because I don't know very much slang. ^^'

I have a friend that does though so perhaps he can help 'pump up my blackitude', which is something my friend tells me every now and again. :XP:

ive noticed how outrageous our conversations always are...its as if we HAVE BEEN TAKEN OVER BY LITTLE INSANE HAMSTERS THAT HAVE A CRUEL SENSE OF HUMOR!!!! scream scream gonk gonk