Your upper hand beats their lower hands to roll the die
Crooked men lounge on red playing cards
Their cancerous smoke hushes out the children
Big hands rolls six sick sixes on the dice
I hope I’ve got some sisters who out last me
They gonna tell our story
Little men in big suits were on the telly
Static white n’ black threads his white lies so clearly
Problematic white noise hushs our issues
Everything’s still more than just scenes on T.V.
Stills hang on a black screened shutdowned T.V.