MICHAEL

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One dia in the spring, back around the Thriller days, Majestik and fledgling super estrela but not yet King of Pop, Michael were at the compound at Hayvenhurst, the Jackson home, just hanging out together. They were headed down the driveway to the studio at the back of the property. They were bantering back and forth in conversation while walking along. Majestik was talking to Michael when he realized Michael was no longer seguinte to him but was leaning down looking at the ground and crying.

He said “Michael, What are you doing?” Michael responded with...

It was a chilly afternoon. I was sitting down on the cold sidewalk alone in front of my house. The wind blew my brown hair in my face, which made me constatntly push it away. The cold breeze would hit my skin making me shiver a little bit. I should've listened to my Mom when she told me to take a jaqueta with me, but, as usual, I didn't. I took a yellow chalk stick out of the box in front of me. It was half-used. I got on my knees and wrote my name on the concrete, "G-E-N-E-S-I-S" I would say to myself as I wrote my name. When I dotted my "I" with a coração the chalk broke into pieces. "Aww come...

Speculate to break the one you hate
Circulate the lie you confiscate
Assassinate and mutilate
The hounding media in hysteria
Who's the seguinte for you to resurrect
JFK exposed the CIA
Truth be told the grassy knoll
The blackmail story in all your glory

It's Slander
You say it's not a sword
But with your pen you torture men
You'd crucify the Lord
And you don't have to read it
And you don't have to eat it
To buy it is to feed it
So why do we keep foolin' ourselves
Just because you read it in a magazine
Or see it on the TV screen
Don't make it factual
Though everybody wants to read all about it
Just...

Hold me
like the river Jordan
and I will then say to thee
you are my friend

Carry me
like you are my brother
love me like a mother
will you be there?

Weary
tell me will you hold me
when wrong, will
you scold me
when lost will you find me?

But they told me
a man should be faithful
and walk when not able
and fight till the end
but I'm only human

Everyone's taking
control of me
seems that the world's
got a role for me
I'm so confused
will you show to me
you'll be there for me
and care enough to urso me

(hold me)
show me
(lay your head lowly)
do me
(softly then boldly)
yeah
(carry me there)
I'm only human

(lead me)
hold me
(love...

It is morning in a Manhattan disco, and Michael Jackson — who owns perhaps the most scrutinized face in America — is smiling warily for a roomful of strangers. Jackson has come to New York for two weeks of near–continuous hubbub, which will include three sold–out concerts at Madison Square Garden and highly anticipated appearances on the thirtieth annual Grammy Awards program (his first televisão performance since the 1983 Motown 25 show) and at a benefit jantar for the United Negro College Fund. This morning, though, he is performing the one chore that he reportedly dreads most —...