Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. Often referred to as the King of Pop, or by his initials MJ, Jackson is recognized as the most successful entertainer of all time by Guinness World Records. His contribution to music, dance, and fashion, along with a much-publicized personal life, made him a global figure in popular culture for over four decades. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he debuted on the professional music scene along with his brothers as a member of The Jackson 5 in 1964, and began his solo career in 1971.
In the early 1980s, Jackson became a dominant figure in popular music. The music videos for his songs, including those of "Beat It", "Billie Jean", and "Thriller", were credited with transforming the medium into an art form and a promotional tool, and the popularity of these videos helped to bring the relatively new television channel MTV to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made him a staple on MTV in the 1990s. Through stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk, to which he gave the name. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced numerous hip hop, post-disco, contemporary R&B, pop and rock artists.
Strange, there's comfort in lies
Ways, for you to get by
I can feel your pain
I can hear you breaking
All your hopes and fears
Are here for the taking
They need you, but they don't give a fuck about
They bleed you, but they don't give a fuck about
They feed you the lies, you want to hear it
But they don't care
They say shit, but they don't give a fuck about
They play shit, but they don't give a fuck about
They fake shit, and say they really wanna
But they don't care
Fame, you follow it blind
You're shamed, if not with your kind
And all the knowledge in the world couldn't save you from it
All your ignorance is bliss and that's the way they want it
And they will label a traitor if you speak out of turn
Ain't got no rights if you fight at the stake you will burn
The novelty of your freedom it doesn't even exist
You're just a slave to the wage, you're just a hand over fist
You ain't got nothin but bluffin, front and try to break out
You're just a pawn, and they don't give a fuck about
They need you, but not your opinion
I got a letter in the mail just the other day
Opened it up, this is what it had to say:
"Wouldn't you please give us the pleasure
Of having you at our table tonite?
From, the donner family"
We've been hungry for such a long time
And we've eaten our dogs and rawhide
We've got half of our family on ice
They would not want the rest of us to die
They would not want the rest of us to die
They don't care
They would not have us starve to death
We're so cold
We're freezing and there's nothing left
They don't care
I'm sure that they wouldn't mind
It's so bad
Half of us are snow blind
It's too late now, we can never go back
We can make up for the protein we lack
Four days of no food have left us all weak
I feel like I can't stand on my own two feet
My own two feet, my own two feet
We've been waiting for such a long time
For some word of help or some sign
That someone's coming to our rescue
Until then, we'll do what we have to
Until then, we'll do what we have to
They don't care
They would not have us die this way
It's like this
We have to find some food today
They don't care
They knew what we were going through
They don't care
This is what it's come to
We never felt like we could really do it
Now weare just thankful we all lived through it
We ate those people because we were hungry
Yeah, we're survivors of the donner family
The donner family
We've been hungry for such a long, long time
And we've eaten our dogs and rawhide
We've got half of our family on ice
They would not want the rest of us to die
They would not want the rest of us to die
They don't care
They would not have us starve to death
We're so cold
We're freezing and there's nothing left
They don't care
I'm sure that they wouldn't mind
It's so bad
Half of us are snow blind
I got a letter in the mail just the other day
Opened it up, this is what it had to say:
"wouldn't you please give us the pleasure
Of having you at our table tonite?
From, the donner family"
The donner family
They don’t care bout your ass, this world’s about money
Without dollars lacking cash your life ain’t worth
nothing
It’s disgusting, a handful divide and exploit
Appointed to power by cowards towering dough cause they
coined
Hate and violence as a means for accomplishing goals
Yea the flames from hell scorching but they scold so
cold
Makin it so hard to hold, on to any sanity
Granted these, demons devise schemes and keep a hand in
Destruction of human kind, money distraction for feeble
minds
Providing the foundation for hatin, a reason to adapt
to crime
A reason to carry a nine, protect what mine bury more
soldiers
Cause they sold us this dream bout freedom but never
really told us
Say they want my mind soul and my body, fuck illuminati
I’ll be damned if I’m not the man ill play the pawn for
nobody
Can’t keep control they getting sloppy, we findin out
they secrets
And defying the system man half these niggas neva
sposed to be shit
You see it takes a sacrifice to make them see
That we will not stand for their lies, here my cries
make it me
And set me free, can’t be too extreme they’ll strike
you down
And enforce a monarchy with a sovereign king one crown
Gun down the opposition anyone who choose to stop and
question
Say why, you die at the hands of a man who don’t want
suggestion
Or value your breath man, another statistic means for
digit’s
In the bank of the men who send tanks, bombs and planes
Play the world like a chess set just cause
Manipulation, creatin a state which debases
Places minds in captivity split by these races
This fake shit, is intertwined in our society
Providing the world with a structure that’s bound to
hit the G
R-O-U-N-D, can I borrow more time from the
Man, in demand is the request I set for being free
Oh Jesus they here your words but they are lost to us
It tough to paint a picture when you never received a
brush
So confused by what I lust I was convinced I should
aspire
To be the driver of a Benz, not seek a mental plain
that’s higher
How can I fuel my fire, when every time it grows it’s
9-1-1
Since time begun, oppression been our lesson this just