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Jumat, 24 Juli 2009

buat apa sih pacaran?

"buat apa sih pacaran?"
apa sih alasan lo buat pacaran? ngapain lo buang2 waktu dan tenaga cuma buat pacaran? sepenting apakah pacaran ampe kita smua (I was but now i don't) rela menanggung resiko "SAKIT HATI" ???

lo smua musti tau dan inget banyak hal yg mudah2n bs bikin lo mempertimbangkan lagi buat PACARAN

1. kita (as moslem) dilarang buat pacaran dan tau ga kalian kalo hukum islam atas pacaran itu HARAM. kenapa haram? padahal kan ga ada hadis atopun dalil di Al-Qur'an. Ketahuilah sesungguhnya agama ini menghalalkan yang baik-baik dan mengharamkan yang buruk, dan pacaran itu termasuk yang buruk dan Islam mengharamkan ikhtilat, bagi Anda yang belum tau iktilat, maka ketahuilah ikhtilat adalah campur baurnya antara laki-laki dan perempuan dalam satu tempat tanpa mahrom, dan orang yang pacaran tidak akan terlepas dari berdua-duaan selama pacaran, malam minggu keluar bareng, nonton, ke kafe, atau kemana saja berduaan……ketahuilah jika hanya cuman berdua, maka yang ketiga adalah setan…! serem kan……

2. pacaran itu beresiko tinggi untuk SAKIT HATI atopun PATAH HATI buu, gue yakin banget sebagian besar diantara orang2 yg udah ngerasain itu pasti kapok pacaran lagi.. kenapa?? karena sakitnya ga nanggung2 meen, sakiit bangeet. inget! dlm pacaran kita pasti bakal memberikan sepenuhnya hati dan cinta kita (kecuali buat player, playboy atopun playgirl) buat pasangan kita, bayangin deh abis kita memberikan smuanya buat pasangan kita dan si dia juga senantiasa kasih kita berjuta-juta janji yg so pasti bikin kita MELAYANG tiba2 kita nge-gep si dia bohong bahkan dia puya pasangan lain, sakit ga tuh?

so, it's much better if we stay away from "pacaran" 'cause it's has more MUDHARAT than its benefit.

mau bisa nulis

tiap kali gue pengen mencurahkan ide2 atau perasaan gue ke sebuah tulisan, rasa ga pede pasti muncul. apalagi kalo liat tullisan2nya orang2 yang jago nulis, pasti langsung nge-down. jadi bingung mw gimana, tp gue uda coba beraniin diri buat bikin blog yg rencananya mau gue isi sama tulisan2 gue.. tapi malahan di isi sama postingan yg sebagian ngambil dari tulisan org, sama lyric2 lagu Michael Jackson.. huh, ga guna bgt kan uda bikin blog tp malah kosong dari tulisan sendiri, hmm.. ada si tulisan bikinan gue sendiri.. tapi singkat banget terus ga bagus pula. huuh, sungguh menyedihkan...

sadar harus cari cara supaya bisa jadi penulis yg baik, gue cari tips2 di google dan ketemu lah web kerjakeras.com, dari situ gue tau kalo jadi penulis yg baik itu dimulai dari biasain menulis, bahkan jadi orang sukses pun bisa kalo biasa nulis. ditambah lagi banyak2 baca, baca apa aja yg bisa nambah wawasan dan perbendaharaan kata biar kita bisa milih2 kata yg pas buat tulisan kita. dan katanya juga blog itu cara yang AMPUH buat belajar nulis, di blog tulisan2 kita bisa di komentarin banyak orang supaya kita tau kekurangan kita dimana. Alhamdulillah gue bener2 jadi yakin kalo gue bisa, soalnya katanya jadi penulis yg baik bahkan HEBAT itu ga perlu bakat. semoga aja dengan banyak nulis nanti gue bisa jadi penulis yang baik, ya syukur alhamdulillah kalo bisa jadi penulis hebat.. haha ^_^

huaaaaaah.. harus yakin gue pasti bisa!!
chaiiiyo arini chan!

Michael Jackson

Michael

In Miscellaneous on June 26, 2009 at 6:09 am

michael-jackson-foto

The news of Michael Jackson’s death has made me sadder than I would have thought it would, had I ever allowed myself to consider such a thing. Which I didn’t. Who did? When you thought Michael Jackson, you never thought “dead,” you thought, “weird.” Because, let’s be honest, that’s what Michael was, what Michael seemed to most enjoy being, what we liked about him best.

Michael made a career out of being everybody’s crazy old elderberry wine-drinking aunt with a favorite window seat, or that scary/lovable uncle who liberated Auschwitz and now lives in the basement/attic, who the kids are taught not to ask him about “you-know-what,” whatever “it” is, to his face. Totally whackadoodle, but family.

Even after allegations arose of him being a child abuser, parents continued to allow him access to their children; introducing them to his music, taking them to his concerts, applauding their clumsy efforts to imitate his dance steps. Some even took their kids to his home and dropped them off, even knowing that he saw nothing wrong with them sharing his bed.

Perhaps because of his endearing, soft spoken nature, we were comfortable with the idea that he was an innocent soul, exploited and victimized for our benefit, robbed of his childhood and so determined to perpetuate it into infinity and beyond. In order to bring his talent to us, he had been abused, so we allowed ourselves to think, making us equally determined to protect and indulge his illusion of innocence. Of course a poor guy like that would sleep in a bariactic chamber and tote a chimpanzee around, wearing one glove, high-water pants, sparkly socks and ill-fitting jackets with loud colored bow ties, when he wasn’t adorned in fake medal festooned toy soldier outfits with his greasy hair and plastic face.

He was Michael.

He loved the children; he was one of them. Shy, reluctant to perform, only doing so after being goaded and encouraged by well-meaning adults proudly dazzled by his obvious talent. So, we indulged his numerous “eccentricities,” and overlooked the equally obvious signals and symptoms of whatever deeper, darker problems he might have had.

He was our Michael, and we loved him, anyway.

Any kid growing up in Chicago in the sixties knew who the Jackson 5 were long before the rest of the country did. In fact, we resented outsiders claiming to “discover” our local heroes years after they had charted on our radio stations with their now hard to find hit, “Big Boy,” and had performed on the undercard of numerous professional “stage shows,” even those presented at our landmark Regal Theater. The Regal was our very own Apollo Theater in New York, or Ford Theater in Detroit, a showplace for all the major African American artists of the day. From the Motown Revue to James Brown and everybody in between, anybody who was, or wanted to be, anybody, played the Regal. So, when the local group of brothers with the little lead singer who could dance like Jackie Wilson and sing a love song like Smokey Robinson was “discovered” by Diana Ross and thrust onto the national stage, they were already stars to us.

When they scored hit after hit, got their own Saturday morning cartoon, appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show, had their own TV special, and even moved to Hollywood, we were proud. Here was a family we could relate to, a steelworker and his wife and the 9 kids they had raised in a two-bedroom house validated us in a way no other celebrity could. They had transcended their inner-city roots and made it big on the world stage, whether you, as a kid, wanted to be a singer yourself, or a rocket scientist, the Jackson 5 were living proof that if you had talent and worked hard, the world would embrace you, too.

So, we followed their career, cheered their triumphs, agonized over their setbacks, speculated incessantly about their lives behind the scenes on the big stage, and cheered and applauded as they grew, whether we really liked their music or not. Fortunately, their danceable, catchy bubblegum tunes were easy to love, but in a way, the music was kind of beside the point. They were us, they were good, and they were making it. Big.

As they grew into adulthood and morphed from a single group into a franchise, we grew up, too. They had problems with their growing pains, so did we. But, on the whole, we, like them, managed to thrive. When Michael branched out, we followed along, the Jackson 5 was always around in one form or another, with new Jacksons seeming to crawl out of the woodwork and onto the record charts day by day. Marlon, Randy, Janet, Rebe, La Toya, and a gazillion other Jacksons all had hits, and, we were deliriously proud of those, like Janet, who showed real talent, and stubbornly indulgent of those who, well…didn’t. But, Michael was always special. Michael was always Michael.

So he carved up his face and bleached his skin, who wouldn’t? Who would want to retain the

family resemblance to the man who made him and his brothers, sisters, cousins and pets gazillionaires? Didn’t Joe, his father, take a belt to his backside and make him sing and dance when he didn’t feel like it? Did it matter to us who were his same age, from a similar background, that in our day, corporal punishment for disobedience was the norm, in fact, was evidence of a strong family background with committed, dedicated parents, even while excessive force was still considered wrong? Nope, we had adopted the new “all spanking is abuse” model, and Joe Jackson was a child abuser, exploiting children like us for his own benefit. Leave Michael alone, you bully.

So, we coddled and indulged Michael to make up for his suffering. Child stars, no matter how rich, famous and successful, are always victims, and only others like Elizabeth Taylor, McCauley Caulkin, and Emanuel Lewis could ever truly understand him. Even his own family couldn’t, though having grown up with the same parents, nobody ever bothered to figure out why that would be true, except to say maybe because they were never going to be nearly as successful as he, their jealousy precluded them from empathy, as if that makes any sense at all. When whatever family squabbles drove a wedge between Michael and his family, we took Michael’s side and completely understood. We wouldn’t talk to Jermaine, either, if we were lucky enough to be as tortured a soul as Michael.

We never stopped to consider that if we loved Michael like a brother, willing to indulge him and forgive just about anything he did, that perhaps his own flesh and blood family might feel the same way, no matter who they married, or how many shows he did with them. Nope, throughout his life he was ours to protect and love, and shame on anyone who tried to stop us.

Michael Jackson was an extremely talented, complex man. Others will chronicle his philanthropy, his discography, his quirky eccentricity, his possible criminality, his androgyny, and all the other aspects of his rollercoaster life. I choose to remember the little kid from around the way who made good with his family, who always managed to bounce back and dazzle us with his footwork, who ended a self-imposed exile by allowing Oprah, and us, into his home so he could show us just how “normal” he was, (not) whose talent transcended his own attempts to sabotage himself and rob us of it, the wickedly weird guy who could maintain a Peter Pan, possible pedophile, complex into his fifties and still be mourned by millions worldwide in spite of it. A boy/man who managed to transcend himself somehow, and maintain his place somewhere in our hearts, whether we liked him or not.

Michael.

May God rest your soul, and may you eternally rest in peace.

Jackson Michael Man In The Mirror


Man In The Mirror

I'm gonna make a change,
for once im my life
It's gonna feel
real good,
gonna make a diference
Gonna make it right...

As I, turn up the collar on
my favorite winter coat
This wind is blowing my mind
I see the kids in the streets,
with not enought to eat
Who am I to be blind?
Pretending not to see their needs

A summer disregard,
a broken bottle top
And a one man soul
They follow each other on the wind ya' know
'Cause they got nowhere to go
That's why I want you to know

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his wa
ys
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
(If you wanna make the world a better place)
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
(Take a look at yourself, and then make a change)
(Na na na, na na na, na na, na nah)

I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love
It's time that I realize
That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me,
pretending that they're not alone?

A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken h
eart
And a washed-out dream
(Washed-out dream)
They follow the pattern of the wind ya' see
'Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me
(Starting with me!)
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
(Ooh!)
I'm asking him to change his ways
(Ooh!)
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
(If you wanna make the world a better place)
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
(Take a look at yourself, and then make a change)

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
(Ooh!)
I'm asking him to change his ways
(Change his ways - ooh!)
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that..
(Take a look at yourself and then make that..)
CHANGE!

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
(Man in the mirror - Oh yeah!)
I'm asking him to change his ways
(Better change!)
No message could have been any clearer
(If you wanna make the world a better place)

(Take a look at yourself and then make the change)
(You gotta get it right, while you got the time)
('Cause when you close your heart)
You can't close your... your mind!
(Then you close your... mind!)
That man, that man, that man, that man
With the man in the mirror
(Man in the mirror, oh yeah!)
That man, that man, that man,
I'm asking him to change his ways
(Better change!)
You know... that man
No message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
(If you wanna make the world a better place)
Take a look at yourself and then make the change
(Take a look at yourself and then make the change)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Na na na, na na na, na na, na nah
(Ooooh...)
Oh no, no no...

I'm gonna make a change
It's gonna feel real good!
Cause I run UPT!
(Change...)
Just lift yourself
You know
You've got to stop it,
Yourself!
(Yeah! - Make that change!)
I've got to make that change, today!
Hoo!
(Man in the mirror)
You got to
You got to not let yourself...
brother
...
Hoo!
(Yeah! - Make that change!)
You know - I've got to get
that man, that man...
(Man in the mirror)
You've got to
You've got to move! Come on!
Come on!
YOu got to...
Stand up! Stand up! Stand up!
(Yeah! - Make that change)
Stand up and lift yourself, now!
(Man in the mirror)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Aaow!
(Yeah! - Make that change!)
Gonna make that change...
come on!
You know it!
You know it!
You know it!
You know it...
(Change...)
Make that change.

Jackson Michael We Are The World

We Are The World

There comes a time when we need a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
Oh, and it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all

We can't go on pretending day by day
That someone, somehow will soon make a change
We're all a part of God's great big family
And the truth - you know love is all we need

( CHORUS )
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
so let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Well, send'em your heart
So they know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us
By turning stone to bread
And so we all must lend a helping hand

( REPEAT CHORUS )

When you're down and out
There seems no hope at all
But if you just believe
There's no way we can fall
Well, well, well, let's realize
That one change can only come
When we stand together as one

( REPEAT CHORUS AND FADE )

Jackson Michael We Are Here To Change The World


We Are Here To Change The World

We're on a mission
In the everlasting light that shines a revelation
Of the truth in chapters of our minds

So long, bad times
We're gonna shake it up and break it up
We're sharing light brighter than the sun
Hello, good times
We're here to simulate, eliminate
An' congregate, illuminate

(We are here to change the world)
Gonna change the world, Hee
(We are here to change the world)
Gonna change the world, Ooo

So do surrender
'Cause the power's deep inside my soul
Sing it

(We are here to change the world)
Gonna change the world, Sing it
(We are here to change the world)
Hee, Gonna change the world, Ooo

(We are here to change the world)
We're gonna change the world, girl
(We are here to change the world)
My brothers my brother Na
We're gonna change the world
(We are here to change the world)
Hee, Deep down in my body,
deep down in my soul, Baby
(We are here to change the world)
Hee, We're gonna change the world, Ooo

Michael Jackson Earth Song Lyric


"Earth Song"

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain...
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Hey, what about yesterday
(What about us)
What about the seas
(What about us)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
What about apathy
(What about us)
I need you
(What about us)
What about nature's worth
(ooo, ooo)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us)
What about animals
(What about it)
We've turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us)
What about elephants
(What about us)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us)
What about crying whales
(What about us)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us)
What about forest trails
(ooo, ooo)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us)
What about the common man
(What about us)
Can't we set him free
(What about us)
What about children dying
(What about us)
Can't you hear them cry
(What about us)
Where did we go wrong
(ooo, ooo)
Someone tell me why
(What about us)
What about babies
(What about it)
What about the days
(What about us)
What about all their joy
(What about us)
What about the man
(What about us)
What about the crying man
(What about us)
What about Abraham
(What was us)
What about death again
(ooo, ooo)
Do we give a damn

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Jackson Michael One Day In Your Life Lyric


One Day In Your Life

One day in your life
You'll remember a place
Someone touching your face
You'll come back and you'll look around, you'll . . .

One day in your life
You'll remember the love you found here
You'll remember me somehow
Though you don't need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You'll remember one day . . .

One day in your life
When you find that you're always waiting
For a love we used to share
Just call my name, and I'll be there
You'll remember me somehow
Though you don't need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You'll remember one day . . .

One day in your life
When you find that you're always lonely
For a love we used to share
Just call my name, and I'll be there.

Michael Jackson They Don´t Care About Us


They Don´t Care About Us

Sikinhead, deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Situation aggravation
Everybody allegation
in the suite, on the news
everybody dogfood
Bang bang shock dead
Everybodys gone bad

All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us

Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Chew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me hike me
Don´t you black or
white me!
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us

Tell me what has
become of my life
I have a wife and two
childre who love me
I am the victim of police
brutality, now
I´m tired of bein the
of hate, you´re rapin´
me of my pride
Oh for God´s sake
i look to heaven to ful-
fill it´s prophecy...
Set me free

Skinhead, deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Trepidation, speculation
Ecerybody allagation
In the suite on the news
Everyboda dogfood

Black man black male
Throw the brother
in jail

All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us

Tell me what has become
of my rights
Am I ivisible cause you
ignore me?
Your proclamation
promised me free liberty
I´m tired of bein the victim
of shame
They´re throwin´me in a
clas with a bad name
I can´t believe this is the
land from which I came
The government don´t
wanna see, but if
Roosevelt was livin he
would´t let this be, no,no

Skinhead, deadhead
Everybody gone bad
Situation, specultaion
Everybody litigarion
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me

All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
Some things in life they
just don´t wanna see

But if Martin Luther was
livin´, he wouldn´t let
this be no, no
Skinhead, deadhead
Everybody´s gone bad
Situation Segregarion
Everybody allegation

In the suite an the news
Everybody dogfood
kick me Hike me
Don´t you wrong or
right me

All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us

All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us

All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us
All I wann say is that
They don´t really care
about us

Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal lyrics

Smooth Criminal

As He Came Into The Window
It Was The Sound Of A
Crescendo
He Came Into Her Apartment
He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet
She Ran Underneath The Table
He Could See She Was Unable
So She Ran Into The Bedroom
She Was Struck Down, It Was
Her Doom

Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok, Are You Ok, Annie

(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You're
Ok)
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)

Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
You've Been Hit By
You've Been Hit By
A Smooth Criminal

So They Came Into The
Outway
It Was Sunday-What A Black
Day
Mouth To Mouth Resus
Citation
Sounding Heartbeats
Intimidations

Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie

(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You're
Ok)
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)

(Annie Are You Ok)
(So, Annie Are You Ok)
(Are You Ok Annie)
(You've Been Hit By)
(You've Been Struck By-
A Smooth Criminal)

Okay, I Want Everybody To
Clear The Area Right Now!

Aaow!
(Annie Are You Ok)
I Don't Know!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You're Ok)
I Don't Know!
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
I Don't Know!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
I Don't Know!
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
I Don't Know!
(Left Bloodstains On The
Carpet)
I Don't Know Why Baby!
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
I Don't Know!
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom-Annie! )
(Annie Are You Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You're Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(There's A Sign In The
Window)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
Dad Gone It!
(Left Bloodstains On The
Carpet)
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
Dad Gone It!
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom-Annie! )
Aaow!

Michael Jackson Black Or White Lyrics

Black Or White

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 or white

They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell them
I ain't second 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 or 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
I ain't scared of nobody
Girl when the
Goin' gets mean

(L.T.B)
Protection
For gangs, clubs,
And nations
Causing grief in
Human relations
It's a turf war
On a global scale
I'd rather hear both sides
Of the tale
See, it's not about races
Just places
Faces
Where your blood
Comes from
Is where your space is
I've seen the bright
Get duller
I'm not going to spend
My life being a color

Don't tell me you agree
With me
When I saw you
Kicking dirt in my eye

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

I said if
You're thinkin' of
Being my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white

I said if
You're thinkin' of
Being my brother
It don't matter if you're
Black or white

Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now

It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by
It's black, it's white, whoo

It's black, it's white
It's tough for you to get by
It's black, it's white, whoo

Michael Jackson Scream Lyrics

Scream

(Michael)
Tired of injustice
Tired of the schemes
Kind of disgusted
So what does this mean? (dammit)
Kicking me down(and I)
I got to get up
It's jacked as it sounds
The whole system sucks (dammit)

(Janet)
A peek the shadow
Come into the light
You tell me I'm wrong
Then you better prove you're right
You're sellin out souls but
I care about mine
I've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight
(Michael)
With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin victimize within the scheme
(Janet)
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both)
Somebody please have mercy
Cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin me
Just stop pressurin me
Stop pressurin me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin me
Just stop pressurin me
Stop pressurin me
Make you just wanna scream

(Michael)
Tired of you tellin the story your way
It's causin confusion
You think it's okay (dammit)

(Janet)
You Keep changin the rules
While I'm playin the game
I can't take it much longer
I think I might go insane

(Michael)
With such confusion don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin victimize within the scheme
(Janet)
You find your pleasure scandalizin every lie
(Both)
Oh brother, please have mercy cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin me
Just stop pressurin me
Stop pressurin me
Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin me
Just stop pressurin me
Stop fuckin with me
Make me wanna scream

(Janet)
"Oh my God, can't believe what I saw
As I turned on the TV this evening
I was disgusted by all the injustice
All the injustice"
(Michael)
"All the injustice"

(News Man)
"A man has been brutally beaten to death by
Police after being wrongly identified as a
Robbery suspect. The man was
An 18 year old black male..."

(Michael)
With such collusions don't it make you wanna scream
Your bash abusin' victimize within the scheme
(Janet)
You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize
(Both)
Oh Father please have mercy'Cause I just can't take it
Stop pressurin me Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin me Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin me Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin me Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin me Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin me Make me wanna scream
Stop pressurin me Just stop pressurin' me
Stop pressurin me Make me wanna scream