Michael Carl Baze (April 14, 1987 – May 10, 2011) was an American Thoroughbred horse racing jockey.
He grew up in a family with an extensive history in the sport of racing. His father was a jockey who rode primarily at tracks in the Pacific Northwest and his uncle Gary Baze is a member of the Washington Racing Hall of Fame. Baze was also a cousin to jockey Tyler Baze and to U.S. Racing Hall of Fame inductee Russell Baze.
Baze obtained his jockey's license in 2003 and began riding in California before heading to the east coast of the United States later that year where he met with success at Monmouth Park Racetrack in New Jersey. In 2006, he returned to a base in southern California and the following year was his breakout year when he was the leading rider at the Hollywood Park Racetrack spring/summer season and at the Del Mar Racetrack.
On May 10, 2011, Baze's body was found inside his Cadillac Escalade in the stable area of Churchill Downs in Louisville, Kentucky. The next day it was reported that a preliminary autopsy found no natural cause of death and that toxicology test results would not be available for three weeks. It was also reported that Baze was scheduled to appear in court in Louisville on a cocaine possession charge. (Baze never was a jockey in the Kentucky Derby, including the running three days before his death.)
Enemigo de la guerra y su reverso la medalla
No propuse otra batalla que librar al corazón
De ponerse cuerpo a tierra
Bajo el peso de una historia
Que iba a alzar hasta la gloria el poder de la razón
Y ahora que ya no hay trincheras
El combate es la escalera
Y el que trepe a lo mas alto pondrá a salvo su cabeza
Aunque se hunda en el asfalto... la belleza
La belleza... la belleza... la belleza... la belleza.
Míralos como reptiles al acecho de la presa
Negociando en cada mesa maquillajes de ocasión
Siguen todos los raíles que conduzcan a la cumbre
Locos porque nos deslumbre su parásita ambición
Antes iban de profetas y ahora el éxito es su meta
Mercaderes, traficantes, mas que nausea dan tristeza
No rozaron ni un instante... la belleza
La belleza... la belleza... la belleza... la belleza.
Y me hablaron de futuros fraternales, solidarios
Donde todo lo falsario acabaría en el pilón
Y ahora que se cae el muro ya no somos tan iguales
Tanto tienes, tanto vales... viva la revolución!
Reivindico el espejismo de intentar ser uno mismo
Ese viaje hacia la nada que consiste en la certeza
De encontrar en tu mirada... la belleza
La belleza... la belleza... la belleza... la belleza.