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Friday, June 26, 2009 10:29 PM
Tribute
"IF YOU BELIEVE IT'S IN MY SOUL."

Well, it's hard to believe Micheal Jackson's gone. This is probably my first time grieving so bad over some artiste.
Maybe it's because he's one of my favourites since I started schooling. & Every evening, I'd play his Thriller album DDD;
To tell you the truth, I bit my lips hard and teared a little when I watched his tribute videos on MTV.
MJ made history show is on MTV right now, so I guess I won't blog much about it. Let's see how long I'll grieve. You know I'm trying to surpress my tears for so many hours and I felt that there's a huge lump on my throat which hurts a little bit. My body feels hot. My feet and hands are cold. I feel my hot blood's rushing up to my brain.
Oh God, I don't think I can pull through & accept the fact that he's gone.

AND FUCK THOSE PEOPLE WHO JOKED & MADE VIDEOS ABOUT HIM BEING PAEDOPHILIC.
So what if he is?! His music is still growing, there's nothing you can do to totally bring him down. Well if you think you've succeed in something. Yeah, you did. That is succeded in bringing his emotions and everything down.

You can all go burn in Hell for all I care & get fucked. I still love MJ.

Without his piece of music, dream on getting Wayde Robson to exist. Dream on having Rihanna's hit Don't Stop The Music. (Yeah, some parts of Rihanna's song are MJ's. Don't know right? Beat it.)

Motherfuckers.

I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how or, why or when, I ended up in this position I'm in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrowBut I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles
Love,ABJ

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