Michael grabbed his sweater and he and so did evan. They began walking along michael's trail which went around over half of his property. "So mike...uh how long have wewe lived here?" Evan asked trying to make small talk. "Um let see i moved here in 88 and it is now 1993 so ive lived here about 5 years." Michael answered. "Cool, do wewe know how many rides wewe have on the property?" Evan asked. " Um....hold on let me think." Michael began to orodha off the rides in his head. " I would say about maybe 10 au a little more.", "Cool...do wewe like ever ride them kwa yourself?" Evan asked. Michael gave a slight grin. "Yeah but not all only my favorites." Evan laughed. "So what are your favorites?" he asked. "The spider, the bumper cars and the ferris wheel." Michael replied. "Well lets not just sit here...lets go ride'em!" Evan exclaimed with excitement as he ran toward the rides. "Evan! wait up!" Michael called after him and he ran behind him. Finally michael caught up with him. "Lets ride the pirate ship first." Evan began to take off towards it." Michael still trying to catch his breath from running after him the first time still was leaning mbele on his knees. Evan noticed michael was following him. "Come on mj! why are wewe just sitting there?" , "Could you...please calm it...down... im trying...to...catch my ..breath." Michael gasped between breaths. "Was i too fast for ya?" Evan joked. Michael managed to give him a small grin. "No..im just not as fast as i was when i was kid." Michael replied. Evan laughed and so did michael.
Meanwhile back at michaels house.....
"Honey wheres evan?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked as she walked into the library. "Oh he's out taking a little walk around with michael." Mr. Zimmerman replied, only he seemed if he was up to something. "Honey are wewe planning something?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked. "Why do wewe ask that sweetheart?" Mr. Zimmerman grinned. "Maybe because wewe have that look in your eye....whats going on?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "Well...the plan is still in the works but...i should have it all thought out kwa the end of today." , "What plan are wewe talking about??" Mrs. Zimmerman questioned. "It's a plan to get money out of this so called wacko." Mr. Zimmerman stated. "Your going to steal money from a kind hearted man who helped us in our time of need!!!!" Mrs. Zimmerman shouted. "Well im sure as hell not going to live the high life for a fucking mwezi then go back to living in a homeless sheleter! i refuse to go back to that...besides we need the money." , "You cold moyo son of a bitch!" Mrs. Zimmerman exclaimed as she walked up to him and slapped him. "You listen here and wewe listen good...you will not think of any type of way to try and steal money from this man, wewe can get off your lazy punda and try and go find another job and earn money like every other hard working individual on this planet." , "Okay for one i dont sit on my punda ok..im trying to find work and sekunde this guy dont do shit but just preform to me thats not a hard working job." Mr. Zimmerman grumbled. "He works harder than wewe ever will...you will not plan to steal money from this man is that clear?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "What if i dont listen to you?" Mr. Zimmerman shot back. "Consider going and finding yourself another wife." Mrs. Zimmerman alisema sternly before storming out of the room..........................
part 9 coming soon :)
Meanwhile back at michaels house.....
"Honey wheres evan?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked as she walked into the library. "Oh he's out taking a little walk around with michael." Mr. Zimmerman replied, only he seemed if he was up to something. "Honey are wewe planning something?" Mrs. Zimmerman asked. "Why do wewe ask that sweetheart?" Mr. Zimmerman grinned. "Maybe because wewe have that look in your eye....whats going on?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "Well...the plan is still in the works but...i should have it all thought out kwa the end of today." , "What plan are wewe talking about??" Mrs. Zimmerman questioned. "It's a plan to get money out of this so called wacko." Mr. Zimmerman stated. "Your going to steal money from a kind hearted man who helped us in our time of need!!!!" Mrs. Zimmerman shouted. "Well im sure as hell not going to live the high life for a fucking mwezi then go back to living in a homeless sheleter! i refuse to go back to that...besides we need the money." , "You cold moyo son of a bitch!" Mrs. Zimmerman exclaimed as she walked up to him and slapped him. "You listen here and wewe listen good...you will not think of any type of way to try and steal money from this man, wewe can get off your lazy punda and try and go find another job and earn money like every other hard working individual on this planet." , "Okay for one i dont sit on my punda ok..im trying to find work and sekunde this guy dont do shit but just preform to me thats not a hard working job." Mr. Zimmerman grumbled. "He works harder than wewe ever will...you will not plan to steal money from this man is that clear?" Mrs. Zimmerman crossed her arms. "What if i dont listen to you?" Mr. Zimmerman shot back. "Consider going and finding yourself another wife." Mrs. Zimmerman alisema sternly before storming out of the room..........................
part 9 coming soon :)
wewe know i think Michael really wanted to change the world. wewe can tell because of his songs like man in the mirror,heal the heal world,earth song,black au white,and they don't care about us. and it is so sad that he pasted and when i looked at the video they don't care about us i really started to cry becuase is was so happy to see all the people that loved him and saw him. i mean he was and still the king of pop. i mean Michael had kids,family, and mashabiki and Michael song wewe are not alone in so meaningful atfer his death. :( I upendo wewe MICHAEL!!!
bass, besi note, treble, stereo control, how low wewe go
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
wewe feel I'm real
I'm everything wewe need, so tell me what's the deal
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what wewe say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what wewe say don't overload
3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two au three, when I reach I can go 'till I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what wewe say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Just enough to make your juices flow
Press play, don't stop, rotate, too hot
wewe feel I'm real
I'm everything wewe need, so tell me what's the deal
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what wewe say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what wewe say don't overload
3D, high speed, feedback, Dolby
Release two au three, when I reach I can go 'till I hit my peak
Compact steelo, chico, D-Lo, highpost lady
Shorty really wanna be there for me
Chorus
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
Be careful what wewe say don't overload
2000 Watts, 8 ohms, 200 volts, real strong
Too much of that, fuse blown
There were no albums bigger than Thriller and Bad, and Jackson seemed to be just entering his prime as an artist.
In hindsight, considering the astonishing heights he hit in the 1980s, maybe there was nowhere to go but down. On juu of the world profeessionally, his persional affairs increasingly came under the microscope and seemed to gradually bleed the life and vibrancy out of the mercurial artist.
The new decade sarted off with Jackson in the studio, recording his new album, Dangerous. Jackson had recently signed a 15-years, six-record deal with sony, and if the singer was able to deliver sales numbers comparable to what he ilitumwa in the 1980s, the deal was estimated to have an earing power of up to $1 billion.
Dangerous got off to a great start-it debuted at number one and quickly outpaced the sales of Bad.
There comes a time when we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on pretending siku kwa day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of God's great big family
And the truth, wewe know,
upendo is all we need
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just wewe and me
Send them your moyo so they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us kwa turning stones to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand
When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
But if wewe just believe there's no way we can fall
Let us realize that a change can only come
When we stand together as one
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on pretending siku kwa day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of God's great big family
And the truth, wewe know,
upendo is all we need
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just wewe and me
Send them your moyo so they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us kwa turning stones to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand
When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
But if wewe just believe there's no way we can fall
Let us realize that a change can only come
When we stand together as one