I was one of the first members of the ROCKS board and had the pleasure of chatting with KOOKSTER He was an older gentlemen, Family man.He leaves behind a wife and three children. I remember him being very helpful to other members of the board and very respectful towards members. What is said is that KOOKSTER died of liver cancer. No one was aware of this sickness that he had.

To KOOKSTER and his family may god cover your family with thy loving hand and may you live your after life in peace bro!!

GOD BLESS!!

RIP!!

BIZ!

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DON'T HATE THE PLAYER.....HATE THE GAME!!!!!!!!

GET BIG GUY'S!!!!!!!!!

Dearest Death
I look forward to thy cold breath,
your gentle sombering caress,
yet not once waking me from my rest.
They nurturing kiss
rendering me into eternal bliss.
From this cruel world I now leave.
My soul you now retreive
To start over again
As a new made man
By chance I may be rich
Or even end up somewhere diggin' a ditch
But until then I rest in oblivion's abyss
Your warmth I never knew
Money...Power, I never had a clue
Traaded it all in to sleep
Father, Mother, Brother, Don't weep
For in death there is no defeat
only rest for my weary feet.
JayAre

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[This message has been edited by ManOSteele (edited November 08, 2000).]

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Pitbull

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"Past the point of no return--No backward glances: The games
we've played till now are at an end.."

Plates

Lift hard my brother, your among the most elite of the elite now!

RIP,
WCP

The Iron Brother was getting old,
And his hair was falling fast.
He sat around the Iron Throne,
Telling stories of his past.

Of the Iron War he fought,
And the lifting deeds he had done.
In his exploits with his Iron Brothers,
They were Hero�s�Every one.

And though sometimes unto his Brothers,
His tales became a joke.
All the Iron Brothers did listen,
For they knew whereof he spoke.

We shall hear our Brother no longer,
Our Iron Brother has passed away.
And the Iron World is somewhat poorer,
For an Iron Brother died today.

He won�t be mourned by many,
One child and a wife.
Though he lived for the extra ordinary,
He led an uneventful life.

Held a job and raised a family,
And he lifted his own way.
The world won�t note his passing,
For an Iron Brother died today.

When Politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state.
And the common ones note their passing,
While proclaiming, they were great.

They tell of their life stories,
As far back as when they were young.
But the passing of an Iron Brother,
Goes unnoticed and unsung.

His greatest contribution,
To those hard and callused hands.
Was when a Brother was scammed,
He backed his fellow man.

Yes, this is our Iron Brother,
Who lived his life with strife.
He served the Iron Throne,
And sacrificed his life.

It�s so easy to forget them,
For �Back in the Day� was long ago.
But, our Iron Brother remained in the Game,
Though he was tired and had to go.

He was just an Iron Brother,
And our ranks are growing thin.
He is a symbol to remind us,
That we need his likes again.

If we cannot do him, honor,
Though he�s not here to reap the praise.
Let�s pay homage to the Iron Throne,
And the passing of his days.

Perhaps a simple grunt of pain,
That would somehow seem to say.
Our Brotherhood is in mourning,
For an Iron Brother passed away.

RANGER