I took my baby
On a saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're Black au white

They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell them
I ain't sekunde to none

And I told about equality
An it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets...

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight wewe see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before wewe make it
You start to freeze as horror looks wewe right between the eyes
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save wewe from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes...

Say, say, say
What wewe want
But don't play games
With my affection
Take, take, take
What wewe need
But don't leave me
With no direction

All alone
I sit nyumbani kwa the phone
Waiting for you, baby
Through the years
How can wewe stand to hear
My pleading for you, dear
You know I'm crying

Now, go, go, go
Where wewe want
But don't leave me
Here forever
You, you, wewe
Stay away
So long, girl
I see wewe never

What can I do, girl
To get through to wewe
'Cause I upendo you, baby
Standing here
Baptised in all my tears
Baby, through the years
You know I'm crying

You never ever worry
And wewe never shed a tear
You're...

Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .

You'll never make me stay
So take your weight off of me
I know your every move
So won't wewe just let me be
I've been here times before
But I was too blind to see
That wewe seduce every man
This time wewe won't seduce me

She's saying that's ok
Hey baby do what wewe please
I have the stuff that wewe want
I am the thing that wewe need
She looked me deep in the eyes
She's touchin' me so to start
She says there's no turnin' back
She trapped me in her heart

Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, no
Dirty Diana
Let me be!

Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .

She likes the boys in the band...

Janet Jackson took the stage at the BET Awards in Los Angeles looking visibly shaken. Just three days after the death of her brother, Michael, she told the audience after a long pause to gather herself, “My entire family wanted to be here tonight, but it was just too painful. So they elected me to speak with all of you.”

Promising to keep it short, she added, “To you, Michael is an icon, to us, Michael is family. And he will forever live in all of our hearts. On behalf of my family and myself, thank wewe for all of your love, thank wewe for all of your support. We miss him so much. Thank...

I took my baby
On a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
I ain't sekunde to none

And I told about equality
And it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black au white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets...

Have wewe seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for the world that I come from
'Cause I've been looking around
In the Lost and found of my heart...

No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
'Cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...
People say I'm not okay
'Cause I upendo such elementary things...

It's been my fate to compensate,
for the Childhood I've never known...
Have wewe seen my Childhood?
I'm searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates and adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...
Before wewe judge me,
try hard to upendo me,
Look...

July 4, 1982

“Good morning beautiful” I heard someone say as they tickled my stomach, it was Michael “ “Good morning baby” I alisema while laughing “Baby I mad-” I cut nyumbani off “ Babe something smells delicious, is someone cooking down there”I asked “yes ma’am” Michael alisema laughing. “I made wewe waffles, eggs, sausage, bacon, and some strawberries on the side” “ooh let’s go” I alisema as I ran down stairs beating Michael “ LEAVE ME SOMEEE” he yelled still running downstairs “I will baby” I laughed taking a waffle, eggs, one sausage, and some strawberries....

As Maris picked out five C.D.s from Michael's muziki collection, she was thinking about the house, which once belonged to Sam Cooke; in addition, to buying it for Michael for with money she was making from the VOGUE photoshoot in Paris after learning Michael was a huge shabiki of Sam Cooke. It was going to be a surprise, so she made plans to talk with a realtor once they got back from Paris. While for Michael to get back, she went to his pango to get get the computer in order to look up some information on Sam Cooke..

Michael her access to his since she was a guest, so she had free reign yo do whatever...

Jermaine on his unborn daughters and naming his son ‘Jermajesty’

EB: wewe have seven kids yourself now, having lots of kids seems to run in the Jackson tradition.

JJ: Well there's seven, and I'm having two zaidi girls. The reason being is because I have six boys and one girl now, so when I have two zaidi girls I'll be just like my father - three girls and six boys.

EB: Have wewe planned names for them yet?

JJ: Mecca and Medina.

EB: No J's this time? wewe have six Js. Jermaine Junior, you've got a Jermajesty.

JJ: Yes. He's the nine mwaka old. ...But there is Jermaine Junior, Jeremy, Jourdynn, Jaimy,...

Finally, Jordan Chandler admits he lied about Michael Jackson of indecency, which became the pilot to the court case against the “King of Pop”. Jordan Chandler the child that accused Michael for misbehaving with him finally came mbele to tell that the case was based on lies. Evan Chandler was the father of the kid, he never approved the friendship between Jordan and Michael Jackson, and he is the one who accused “King of Pop” for having an unnatural relationship with his son.

Michael and Jordan were Marafiki but Jordan’s father never approved their friendship, encouraged kwa his father...

THIS IS NOT IT

On June 25th 2009 Michael Jackson died. He was 50 years old and the father of three young children.

Were wewe shocked? wewe should have been. In fact, the true state of Michael Jackson’s failing health was being hidden from wewe kwa those who are making a profit from the screening of the “This is It” movie.

The movie is made of a careful choice of footage taken during Michael Jackson’s last rehearsals for the “This is It” Tour. Out of 110 hours of footage, a few scenes where selected in which Michael Jackson smiled and showed that, in spite of being in a dire state, he was...

Kasey awoke the inayofuata morning and began to get ready for work. As she was stepping out of the kuoga her cell phone went off. Kasey quickly dried herself off and grabbed her phone. To her surprise it was a video message from her ex boyfriend Jeff. "Ugh I have a feeling this isn't an apology video." Kasey thought right before pushing the play button. Sure enough she was right, Jeff video taped himself sleeping with another girl and sent it to Kasey. "What a pig!" Kasey exclaimed aloud to herself as she clicked off the video and slammed her phone down and stormed off to finish getting ready....

The following morning, Michael woke me up.
"Becky, Becky?" He whispered gently in my ear. The sound of his voice tickled my ear drum and I opened my eyes. Michael was standing above me and it made me jerk back in shock.
"Sorry.. Didn't mean to scare you.." He apologised. I looked down, embarrassed.
"It's ok.. What are we doing today Michael?" I asked.
"Nothing much I'm afraid, just a Neverland siku today, but yo can pick what we do if wewe want to." Michael smiled.
"Sure Michael. That sounds great." I smiled back. Michael took my hand and pulled me up out of bed. I wobbled a little from tiredness...

While Michael was kissing her neck, Maris could feel his hand going up and her down her left thigh in a sensual seductive motion as she placed his right hand on stomach. "Why wewe want wewe want to make feel so good", she asked, "I've met a man who make feel like a woman like wewe to me". "Oh, really", he replied, "you're my lady and there's nothing I wouldn't for wewe if I have to swim through papa infested waters just onyesha how much I upendo you". "You really upendo me that much", she asked, "of course", he also replied, "after all, you're a "Whole Lotta Woman" to satisfy my soul". "Now where were...

"You really want to have it", Maris replied, "of cousre", Michael also replied, "I was intending on giving it to wewe on our first, tarehe but I forgot". Michael had placed the book on order weeks after they first met at Quantrell's chajio, chakula cha jioni party, and had it sent o his office. He it would be good way for Maris to get to know him as person; as well, as an entertainer, so he gave her a personal copy of the book for her read. "Oh, Michael", Maris replied, "I really don't know what to say". "You don't have to thank me"Michael replied, " I wanted to have it". "Thank you, Michael", she replied and she...

Michael woke me up , with the sweet smell of an iced coffee "Thanks , love." I kissed him while he filled the car with gas thenwe rode off "Okay , Eddie texted me a new target. Name's Catalina Williams. This is a woman , so you're going to do it. She did some pretty sick shit to her husband." He alisema as I looked at him confused "Michael , hell no. Un uh , no no. Unless I can use my fists , no weapons." I put his shati on and my shorts. Michael pulled up kwa a mti across an old barn. "So if you're a wanted criminal , why are wewe still killing?" I asked him as he looked out for the police "Because...

Looking ou across the night-time
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out into the night-time
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town is just an apple
Then let me take a bite

If they say: Why, why?
Tell them that is human nature
Why, why does he do me that way?

If they say: Why, why?
Tell them that is human nature
Why, why does he do me that way?

Reaching out to touch a stranger
Electric eyes are everywhere
See that girl, she knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare

If they say: Why, why?
Tell them that is human nature
Why, why does he do me that way?...

All throughout dinner, Michael was continuing to think about his feelings for Janelle and how he should tell her.
'How am I gonna tell her? I'm so shy and nervous that she might not like me like that.' He thought.
He was staring off into space and Janelle looked at him.
"Michael? Michael..." She asked, waving her hand in front of his face.
He didn't budge. So she tried another alternative. She held her hand up and snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. He quickly got back to reality.
"H-Huh?" He asked, a little shaken.
She rolled her eyes. "Michael, wewe were staring off into space."
"I was? Woops....

I sat there in my small but cute apartment strumming my cherry red Gibson sg while listening to my ipod on my surround sound drinking some afternoon coffee in my pajamas cause there was nothing else to do on this Wednesday afternoon.
I had been playing the electric guitar, gitaa since i was 6 years old and i was in a karakana band with my Marafiki skylar, rose, and Jenniffer. i played lead guitar, gitaa skye played bass,rose was the drummer, ngoma and Jennifer was the lead singer.
while i was goofing off with my guitar, gitaa i started to get board so i decided to get on my laptop to see if skye was on facebook.
she was wile...