Birthed in a place where success depends on race and the race is predetermined by the color of ya face but I pace myself, giving out love for hate til the wrinkles loosen up & the path returns to straight. Then I skate down the roadway expecting the bridge to shake cuz the giants throwing tantrums hoping my drive is fake. Coping with lies and snakes coupled with guys that wait on another’s downfall to intercept what’s on his plate. I interject cuz times at stake, redesigned my fate, re-refined my traits and redefined what’s great. Seeking to find soufflé preceded by wine and steak, fine dining wit moms and mate, I’m just tryna palm my state. They say the world’s at ya fingertips, I’m inclined to partake so I’m declining my sleep, I’ll recline at my wake. Success demands you be awake, before dreams leave you need a rake to gather up the green & save for a rainy day.
Tags: cantstopintelligence, CSI, marathon, pep talk, Poetry, positive, Race, stamina, working out
Aggression evolved from fist fights to fatalities and taped off streets on weeknights became a formality. Spitting out brotherly slugs is indeed an actuality & funeral services are a major commonality. All are abnormalities, an epidemic, a malady; but when you reside in Philadelphia this becomes your reality. Never mind particularity when discussing these calamities cuz families endure daily catastrophes & we still have no strategies. Baffles me how graduates receive bullets where the tassels be a half of week after pictures with degrees in front of faculty. A path is rescinded and shattered dreams remixed by travesty are so casually accepted cuz we are desensitized to tragedy. It’s sad to see weekly eulogies being passed to me & being asked for fees for R.I.P. to be plastered on a tee. We practically are living in a war zone & the infantry consists of weak minded individuals in seek of infamy. Scenes so vivid we are mentally branded wit candid imagery & subliminally taught to be killers as soon as infancy. Cuz even infants see the way of the world & they instantly adapt to their surroundings as to survive this malignancy we call Philly, P-A & its neighboring vicinity governed by money, drugs and guns; the hoodlum trinity. The pressure’s on us to give the right things publicity & attack the real issues with morality and dignity. The probability of this terror continuing into infinity is a realistic possibility if we remain in reactivity. ~ CSI™©
Tags: cantstopintelligence, CSI, familiar, Gotgame, pep talk, Poetry, stranger, uplifting
You looking right at me but ya vision is blurred cuz you allowed your perspective to be clouded by what you heard. Disregarded what you observed & doubted what you unearthed based on bias views & judged me undeserved. So yeah I swerved out ya lane, foresaw collision and reversed; took a detour, it’s all the same, die – mistakes – birth. In the process learn the game, try – don’t break – worth. Play it right, they’ll know your name, say hi, don’t fake, be first…..to do it, but when you do it, make sure you do it cuz of passion. Remember obstacles make you stronger & the glory is in outlasting. Every movie is unique so be grateful for your casting and even when they take you to the cleaners the experience breeds new fashion.
Whether we were together a few days, multiple years or have yet to meet let me just say “Thank You!”. Thank you for your love, understanding, sacrifice and trust. I appreciate you. For all you’ve done, stopped me from doing and helped me to accomplish. I am indebted to you. Your love in most cases was the sole force fueling my drive and determination. “I” is not just me speaking but my attempt to speak on behalf of all boyfriends. I’m sorry. Sorry for any pain I’ve caused. Any form of cheating you had to endure. Any abuse you witnessed or experienced. All forms of disrespect, whether direct or indirectly affecting you. I’m not always the best boyfriend, not always the most thoughtful or understanding. Sometimes selfish, other times insensitive; but know this, You matter. You complete me. You mean the world to me and because of that I will improve, exert more effort and give you more of my positive energy. Compliment you when you look nice and tell you how pretty you are when you’re at your worst. Encourage you when you think you can’t. Help you when you struggle. Be your backbone at all times and show you through actions that you are appreciated. I will hold you in high regard and make sure the foundation of your pedestal is deeply rooted in my heart as to make sure it never shakes. During rough times I will be the calming influence and when you achieve new levels of success I will be your biggest cheerleader with pride. I will shower you with gifts “just because” dry land cannot produce or harvest any crops. I will always act in love despite quarrels or disagreements. I will make you a priority and stay true to that hierarchy as to ensure you understand your worth in my life. I will love you for who you are, who you have potential to become and who you will eventually be. I will support all your endeavors and maintain an outlook free from negativity. I will be a cultivator and never destroy your dreams but rather perfectly fluff your pillows so you can continue them in comfort. I will shield you from harm and never turn my back on you. I will say what I mean and mean what I say as well as always act in the best interest of “US”. More importantly I will always make sure you know you are important. Never put another woman ahead of you or make you feel insecure in your position in my life. I want you to know I love you.
Your New & Improved Boyfriend
Tags: blowjobs, fellatio, head, oral sex
I just happened to be scrolling my Twitter timeline and the homie @PhillyTheBoss happened to tweet the link to a video. After further review I think this video may deem to be the most important 20 minutes of a females’ life. Angel Walker takes women through 10 different steps of fellatio that are reported to make a man climax in under 5 minutes. After watching this video, I believe her.
The 10 Steps:
1. How To Put A Condom On With Your Mouth
2. The Figure 8
3. Mouth Watering Good
4. Top, Suck and Drop
5. Pump It Up
7. Twist The Dick
8. The Waterfalls
9. Fire and Ice
10. Straw Suck
Following all these steps in succession will allow you to perform the complete blow job.
Beef bacon exquisite as I swivel my pivot they got pastrami and biscuits, you know I broker a visit. Front door like who is it? Coors Light and some bitches, it’s sophisticated dining, ambiance you can’t mimic. I did it, I fuckin did it in hieroglyphics wit spinach, you can’t understand my green unless you been here a minute. Maybach is tinted, they shot at me, no gimmick. Whoa lord, I stroll through my city just big belly, big business. Ugh, I’m living lavish, if I want it I can have it. Eating take out every sunset, I can’t finish so I bag it. I’m dedicated but driving inebriated, these bastards see that I made it so they had a need to hate it. Getting faded wit Meek Milly, chartered jets direct to Philly, martyred vets on tracks get silly, I just count my money like, really?
The return of the Open Mic Night kicks off this February 25, 2012 while also celebrating the creator of the event’s (@CSI_GotGame) birthday. The night will be filled with great vibes, great performances, Spoken Word, Comedy and R&B selections as well. In addition, a full kitchen and great drink specials perfectly coincides with the night. If you’ve never been this is the perfect show to get familiar with this venue located at the Arts Garage (1533 Ridge Avenue) in Philadelphia, Pa. Doors open at 7PM and the show flows until 11PM. You don’t want to miss it and in the words of CSI #GetInvolved!!!
If you’re interested in performing at the show please fill out this quick form to register.
The walls are caving so I’m saving my thoughts and only saying, the bare minimum to folks cuz they playing while youth decaying. I’m surveying the environment & surroundings where hoodlums staying & as more kids keeps straying society keeps on paying, officers more money and the message that they’re relaying is that Philly out of control but Mayor “Nut-A$$” keeps on proclaiming, the government can fix it but PPD cant nix this. You think a cop can save ya life if u end up on a hit list? Nope, naw, negative, that’s why blacks are hesitative; cuz late nights turn into crime scenes and bodies turn vegetative. Population gets regulated by the lack of accountability & only the strongest survive if they react with agility. God given ability can only propel you so far, so growing is hard when an already fragile psyche gets scarred. A ceiling is placed on your progress, meaning you’re mentally jarred & educators fluff studies with feather weight teaching until the future is tarred. Ostracized from the majority, we’ve become misguided minority spending more money than we earn annually while our banks reside where menorahs be. Rarely do we die from natural causes; it’s usually florally or a deal gone wrong resulting in cement swimming by coral reefs. We’ve experienced more than grief, this isn’t just words stuck to a sheet, this is a record of the struggle that inspires the weak to beef. Fighting amongst themselves & wounding their fellow peers; sad souls with poignant thoughts lament through metal tears. Resulting in an overflowing stream of yellow tape & chalk figured shapes on urban blocks infested with murders they’ll never investigate. ~ CSI
Tags: Comedy, hip hop, jokes, kanye, Kardashian, parody
“What up son it’s ya Daddy K” I ain’t really want nothing, just had to say. Hope you kill these niggas from inception day cuz I don’t battle nobody except for Jay. He had Blue Ivy wit Beyonce, that’s beyond cray. So I decided to extend my legacy beyond K. Momma shot a video wit the peon Ray, then tied the knot wit her white fiancé….but you see I’m straight, you still ended up my kid even though I lost my Rose and she ended up wit Wiz. I acted a nigga in Paris, ya momma was on my dick and came back to the states, found out we made a prince. Mama labeled a whore so I’m gettin fingerprints and a paternity test cuz wasting cents don’t make no sense. Donda ain’t here but ya grandma love ya. I’m sure she would’ve asked me why I ain’t glove ya. Coppin you chinchilla diapers so when the paparazzi bug ya and PETA raise hell the public will still wanna hug ya. But ya, most anticipated, created when we got faded, Gerber ain’t good enough, what you’ll eat most wont get to plate it. Single parent homes will get deflated, ya baby pics will get debated, Louie V cribs, ya biggest smile is how will pick ya favorite. Blue came in a ball of glory but you’ll come dashin in mid-episode while the whole world try to keep up wit the Kardashians. Drive you home from the ‘spital in a car fast as Kim, but no breast milk, picture me pointin to myself, Yup that’s for him.
Signed Yeezy, Kim Baby-Deezy
P.S. I always wanted to use the p.s. portion of a letter *Kanye Laugh* Oh snaps, I’ll write you again son.
She said “Let me guess, your different?” I said, “See, u aint even listenin”. She said, “Im tired of that line and Im hip to what u kickin”. I said, “Babe, u still trippin and my point u really missin. This is really me, real rap, this aint just spittin”. She said, “I know da game” I said, “Fake ni**as is lame!” She said, “How I know u real, all yall ni**as act da same”. Now Im flamed, cuz I dig her and Im a thorough ni**a but she pre-conditioned by these a$$holes & too quick to pull da trigga. Tryna shoot me down but Im a special breed. Im da type to provide without request and always give u what u need. I showed her I was sincere and really wanna be friends. I aint them others dudes, I dont lie and dont pretend. I learned all her favorites and chilled at her house. Im not just tryna hit, Im focused on being her spouse. Texting all day and chattin all night. When I call she play low-key but I know she be all hype. She doubtin if Im serious & questioning my heart. Im frustrated cuz I been honest and truthful straight from da start. I been playin my part, she steady lookin for a flaw so she can say, “I told u so!” and abruptly call it off. Im beggin her to relax and keep proving that Im unique. She reading my poetry and always say, “U too deep!”. Im always thinkin positive & supportin her every move. I check up on her daily and keep her in a good mood. Her girlfriends keep on hatin, sayin Im too good to be true but I just tell her, “Babe, they mad cuz they aint you”. She lettin her guard down, we becoming best homies. We sit and talk for hours and she really get to know me. Now she sees my style and realizes my swag is not a front. She slowly finds my vibe attractive and now Im what she wants. Im explainin we need to chill, dont rush into it too fast, but she disregardin all my words and quickly slammin on the gas. Im avoidin sex but she curious about my skills. I tell her my stroke is great but its addictive like them pills. She says, “Im a big girl and u always talkin trash” I say, “Babe, I dont lie and Im a pro at bustin a$$”. Of course she wanna try me but Im too strong to fall for that. She tryna seduce me daily and keep settin erotic traps. Im pleadin wit her to calm down and warning her about my dick, but she dont wanna play her part or follow da f**kin script. I cant lie, I aint helpin, Im sendin her my pics and crazy msg’s that turn her on and got her bitin on her lip. I whisper in her ear and kindly ask her for a taste and as she nods while in a trance I lightly grab her by the waist. Taking my time, gettin acquainted wit her body. I lay her down, remove her pants & softly say, “Watch me!”. Kissin both her thighs, lickin either side, flickin my tongue across her clit & slightly goin inside. Explorin all her walls, I bet she’s glad that she waited. When we met she wouldn’t give me time, now she sayin, “Take it!”. Im prolongin her pleasure, cherishing her treasure, determined to be a permanent fixture in her future endeavors. Tongue sliding from front to back, she unsure of how to act, she cant conceal her joy, displayed by how hard she arch her back. She thinkin, “Maybe I was wrong, all ni**as aint alike cuz I had my share of head & this $hit is out of sight”. Now that we came this far and she rollin off my actions Im gettin horny myself and turned on by all her gasping. Face so wet but Im dedicated to my craft, I tell her Im rock hard and reiterate it while I laugh. Place her hand on my manhood, she strokes him and grabs em. Big fan of safe sex so I open up the magnum. First she wanna taste him, so now our roles reversed. U always get the best head when u willing to give it first. I close my eyes and grin cuz she passionately pleasing me, doing that crazy thing wit her tongue, strategically teasing me. We both movin instinctively, our chemistry is great. Now she realizin Im da real deal and its was well worth the wait. She tells me Im a problem and smiles during mid-stroke, its ironic like getting inboxed by a person, while u in mid-poke. Her eyes spoke volumes, her p***y screamed I love you. She said, “I wanna be ya wife cuz aint no way Im just goin f**k you!” I kick it in to overdrive, her system bout to override, she start shakin and said, “I see why girls fight over guys”. Better than she expected but right on par with my ego, now she wanna be in every car or bar that “HE” go. Jealousy settin in, the line between crazy and sane is gettin thin. My patience is being tested and my tolerance level is gettin slim. I ask her, “Why u actin like this?” She say, “Cuz baby, u so different!” I begin to smirk and say, “So now u wanna listen?” Boo u sicknen! ~ CSI