In streets of gold, a game is told, Of dare and dream, of risk and bold. The gamble of the streets, a thrill to seek, A challenge to the brave, a test to speak. The cards are dealt, the dice are rolled, The stakes are high, the tension told. The players gather, the crowd is keen, To see who'll rise and who'll be seen. The game of chance, a game of skill, A test of nerve, a test of will. The streets are alive, with sound and light, As players take their turn, through day and night. The gamble of the streets, a game of might, Where winners rise and losers take flight. The thrill of the game, the rush of the win, The agony of defeat, the sin.