A few months later...
Michael's P.O.V
I'm working on my first adulthood solo album with Quincy Jones ( whom I call Funky ). It's supposed to be a sign that I'm not a child anymore and that I'm completely capable of working without my brothers under my wing, and my father taking charge of all my actions.
At least with Quincy, I know that he thinks that I can be a successful solo artist. And then there is other reasons too. I want to be known lebih than another black artist. I want to overcome those color barriers. And being stuck in the same R&B chart isn't fun either. I want to break that streak too. I also want to be became better known outside the United States, I want to thrive outside America and explore and get a bigger fan base. I know it's a lot of expectations but I know it'll all happen someday....
Sorry it's so short, just having a mild writers block. I'll be sure to make it longer selanjutnya time though. <3 Hugs and Kisses
Michael's P.O.V
I'm working on my first adulthood solo album with Quincy Jones ( whom I call Funky ). It's supposed to be a sign that I'm not a child anymore and that I'm completely capable of working without my brothers under my wing, and my father taking charge of all my actions.
At least with Quincy, I know that he thinks that I can be a successful solo artist. And then there is other reasons too. I want to be known lebih than another black artist. I want to overcome those color barriers. And being stuck in the same R&B chart isn't fun either. I want to break that streak too. I also want to be became better known outside the United States, I want to thrive outside America and explore and get a bigger fan base. I know it's a lot of expectations but I know it'll all happen someday....
Sorry it's so short, just having a mild writers block. I'll be sure to make it longer selanjutnya time though. <3 Hugs and Kisses
" Help me Mikey!" I cried into the speaker, my jaw bleeding.
" What's wrong Fancy?" He berkata with a soft, yet sharp voice.
" My father punched me again. I need your help!" Blood dripped on my arm.
Michael breathed heavily and berkata " Okay Fancy. I'll be there."
" Thanks Michael." I berkata and hung up. I grabbed a paper towel to dry out the blood.
Soon enough, Michael and his brothers rushed in to help me. A lot of blood was on the napkin and everything turned black while Michael was holding me in his arms.
Be Not Always - Lyrics
Always, be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time has made promises
Just promises
Faces, did anda see their faces
Did they touch you
Have anda felt such pain
To have nothing
To dream something
Then lose hoping
Is not life but lame
But time has made promises
Just promises
Mothers cry, bayi die
Helplessly in arms
While rockets fly
And research lies
In progress to become
But what of men
Of flesh and blood
We turn our backs on life
How can we claim to stand for peace
When the races are in strife
Destroying life
Always, be not always
But if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please, please be not always
’Cause if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time, time has made promises
Death promises
Always, be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time has made promises
Just promises
Faces, did anda see their faces
Did they touch you
Have anda felt such pain
To have nothing
To dream something
Then lose hoping
Is not life but lame
But time has made promises
Just promises
Mothers cry, bayi die
Helplessly in arms
While rockets fly
And research lies
In progress to become
But what of men
Of flesh and blood
We turn our backs on life
How can we claim to stand for peace
When the races are in strife
Destroying life
Always, be not always
But if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please, please be not always
’Cause if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time, time has made promises
Death promises