Miami Vice Chronicles

Thank you to the high that kept me numb

Miami air got salt on my tongue

Street girls dancing by the pole for the rent

Blue faces flying while the whole room bent

Powder on the mirror and the phone line hot

Cash in the duffel,

make it back to the dock

Yachts in the harbor,

liquor sweat and sin

Sirens in the distance but we still walk in

Homies talking robberies like prayers at night

One bad turn and the cell door kill the light

Miami money, Miami vice Love cost more when you live that life

Girls, cash, drugs, then the rain come down One hand up and

one eye on the town Miami

money, Miami vice Gold on the water,

steel on ice We thank the drug,

then we pay that price We thank the drug,

then we pay that price Cell calls short,

mama crying, line went dead

Lawyer want a number with too many zeros said Old girl stripping

just to keep the babies fed Young boy riding with a bag

and a broken head Bank plans drawn on a napkin by the

bar

Dreams got dirty when the fear felt far Now the judge read

time like a cold brief prayer

Still I smell that ocean every time I hit despair How many

nights did we sell our peace

Just to feel rich for a week at least

Bars on the window,

names

on a wall

Money talk loud but the soul

talks small

Miami money, Miami vice Love cost more when you live that life

Girls, cash, drugs, then the rain come down One hand up and

one eye on the town Miami money,

Miami vice Gold on the water,

steel on ice We thank the drug,

then we pay that price We thank the drug,

then we pay that price Thank you to the high,

then the high took all

Miami waves keep singing through the fall