Dice Game Poem by Corey Campbell (BlackChild)

Rent is due
I ain't got no time.
Only 30 bucks
and that ain't a dime.

Heard they got a game
right around the corner.
police is steady riding
I heard it from a warner.

What am I to do
My ole lady's hollering
bills stacked up
baby needs a bottle and

milk is too high
diapers running thin
if I can play the game
a chance that I could win

Ran around the block
with all my dough in hand
got into the game
circle of a bunch of men.

Now..tell me what's the point
cause now I got to hustle
men start to arguing
money makes them tussle.

No time for being weak
cause now the dice at hand
roll that dirty seven
with bills I got to stand.

My point is set to 5
I need a deuce and trey
We all are making bets
A guy who just won’t play


For he is steady watching
Money exchanging hands
I notice itchy gestures
From this peculiar man

I hit the deuce and trey
Got stares from his looks
This guy is not a gambler
For he’s a dirty crook

Got paid from all my bets
It’s time for me to leave
Circle full of losers
Leaving is obscene

Jealous guys frowning
Peculiar man said, “stop”
Eased up my shirt
There’s a handle of my glock

They all stood back
Peculiar man frowned.
I didn’t show no fear
But I had to get on down!

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