Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Words by Mike Blaise, ... rough draft from a rap by a student in Florida

  hey hi how you doing
its mikey blaise i got no time for losing
money getting piled up till I’m cruising
over the seas i see myself living
a life of happyness and smiling
family behind me we aint tripping
murdered the track, i better start digging
police coming, better start running
running my money up till I’m skinny
so faded i need dark shades and a beany
u see me alone then just leave me be
i wanna make all them bandz by my lonely
till u see i made it and u say screw me



A fragment of a rap by Mike Blaise