One Night Only

REAL_POETICAL

Empty crowd no audience
a mic and a pen to pad
me alone about zone like the fiddler
drifting away from the ? poor days
working on gathering my thoughts for this wave
this is indeed grand a new surrounding
a new beginning but i'm not feeling the appeal
retired but still doing side moves
from making groovy tunes and writing a blog or two
who knew after 03 into a decade towards 2012
I would still dwelling in inhaling exhaling
prevailing and scaling my craft to the masses
remember them days of spitting nonsense
writing foul mouth rugged smart intelligent wizardry
now its all for many to see the almighty
verbal intercourse exploring your earlobes
this is getting old but i enjoy it
don't proceed to exploit it
with that rah rah etc
just keep it kosher and fled the scene
distant dreams of caviar cashmere thoughts
have me proceeding to the back
while my minds in the front lines
of typical stereotypical thought thinking
winking third eye dreaming scheming
for a new game this one's getting boring
bottom line this poetry isn't exploring
too many poets and not enough apprentices
too many writers and not enough witnesses
its getting nerve wrecking to see the differences
in me and them but mostly likely i proceed to take significance
in the craft of penning or this case keying at rapid speeds
you want to know about real to the p
well i'm still married, broke, miserable
left back in this class called life
making beats, writing blogs, searching for tomorrow
battling ? , dissing Jesus
tarnishing the devil plans all in one boxing south paw stance
so you know me verbal survivor
mental breakthrough and a lost of words like new years celebration
meditate the anticipation of a new generation
of writers, poets, rappers and etc
but don't fail to see one of the first that battle the same place that made me
revive the same place that forgave
live up the anthem for the same place that take me in
while others begin to plot the cross and the nail
i'm back for a limited time
one night only

Tupacfan

Dam Real P,

Why you always coming thru with some bomb ass pieces?? this joint was soo ill, like i wanted to reply with a poetry too lol.

I see you still around tho, thas whassup. Thanks for blessing us with this piece. Some thing's change and some things always stay the same, it's up to us how we handle the changes that we endure.

Bless up!