Formation... Poem by Daniel Paul

My face isn't a script to read, and my palms aren't soft...
I've trained my fingers to flip notes and I dance with a glass in hand ' cause my left hand is always steady...
Right hand is reserved for handshakes and holding my Queen's waist...

My attires are always pressed..
I hit my dealings right, and my clients cash my services..
On the streets am a gentle-wild soul..
Often i drop my queen off at the mall, let her buy some J's, let her shop up, cause she loves to slay....

Going big is work related, going hard and deep are erotic related...
Dreamscape,
I see it, I want it, I stunt,
I visualize it, I work hard, I grind until I own it....
Me and my mom we like to twirl on our haters...

When sipping on big labels, and conversations going down, the night can be sliced into a half...
'Always stay gracious and your best revenge is your paper' mom says...
I go forex when the numbers are good...

That's my formation....