Crapshoot

 
One way or the other,
Your luck runs dry—
Intended or not.
And the deed’s done,
Before you have the chance
To relinquish the game.
You can measure the odds,
But be prepared for trouble,
Right out of the box.
Sure, you may hit a jackpot,
Turn table after table,
Up and down the street.
I guess it could happen.
That’s why it’s worth a throw;
Wager high, wager low.
What have you got to lose?
Yes, when in doubt, roll the dice—
Until the moment you crap out.



Game

 
They say you got it,
Or you ain’t:
The walk, the flash,
The talk, the cash.
I see it on the street.
Watch the game played
By guys half my size,
Who duck and weave,
Shuck and jive.
Believe they know
The ebb and flow.
Climb walls of rhythm,
Rhyme by rhyme.
Sing perfect words
And capture time.