Two wild boys running Miami streets
Bold young hearts, wasn't no retreat
Sticky Ricky with his val-lay smile
Stealing Porsches, cops chasing for miles
I ran like the wind in my red Trans Am
Chasing thrills without a damn
Young and dumb, nothing to lose
Now I'm old, my memories are blue
## Chorus
Dead homies, memories that won't fade
Brothers in crime, the prices we paid
Living fast like there's no tomorrow
Now all I've got is grief and sorrow
Dead homies, whispering in my head
Warning signs from friends long dead
When these gates finally set me free
Will I be another tragedy?
## Verse 2
Gladiator School taught us how to stand
Two crazy white boys, learn to be a man
Planet of the Apes and smoking joints
Laughing loud at the danger points
You promised to wait, to help me run
But Krome Avenue claimed another son
Forty-five bullets telling your tale
Another ghost from a robb'ry that failed
## Chorus
Dead homies, memories that won't fade
Brothers in crime, the prices we paid
Living fast like there's no tomorrow
Now all I've got is grief and sorrow
Dead homies, whispering in my head
Warning signs from friends long dead
When these gates finally set me free
Will I be another tragedy?
## Verse 3
Junkie Joey loved to smoke crack
Swore he'd change but the pipe called 'im back
A knife against a pistol, a fatal chase
Another friend who lost the race
Ken, Keith, Ricky, Todd, and Dave
Melody's smile gone to the grave
All these ghosts follow me around
Until my time to leave this ground
[guitar solo]
## Final Chorus
Dead homies, memories that won't fade
Brothers in crime, the prices we paid
Living fast like there's no tomorrow
Now all I've got is grief and sorrow
But their sad stories I still tell
Until that day we meet in hell
When these gates finally set me free
Their ghosts might show a path for me
Dead homies, memories that won't fade
Brothers in crime, prices we paid
Living fast like there's no tomorrow
Now all I've got is grief and sorrow
My dead homies still live in my song
Their bones are bleached but their memory lives on
When these gates finally set me free
Their ghosts might show a path for me
When these gates finally set me free
Their ghosts might show a path for me
When these gates finally set me free
Their ghosts might show a path for me
Style Prompt: Slow Delta Blues, male vocals, distorted electric guitar, harmonica
Copyright Owner: Randolph Baggett ([email protected])
