I Don't Care What Anyone Says, I'm Still Gonna Love You, Michael Jackson
The press has been relentless with attacks on not only Michael, but his family as well. I'm so tired, so sick of it. There are folk out here still grieving a tremendous loss in our lives and in the world as a whole.
Now they are calling him a drug addict. You know what, I really don't care what no damned autopsy says. God took Michael and that's the end of it. I have always thought of Michael to be an angel in human form. God needed Michael. God is working on something so big, so grand; it was Mike's time to help Him. The event seemed to happen so quickly in my eyes, it was like God reached down and picked up Michael (his actual spirit), like in the Bible, when Enoch walked with God. Enoch was needed, too.
The media can really kiss my black ***!