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we're not kids anymore.
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Mel B
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Being Black Is An Honor!
The FBI raided Neverland, they seized computers, searched hard drives; investigators flew to the Philippines, interviewed witnesses across the globe; a prosecutor traveled the world hunting for accusers - and came back empty-handed. And through it all, Michael kept working, performing, smiling. But inside, he was crumbling. By 2005, he was showing up to court in his pajamas. He collapsed during the trial - hospitalized for dehydration, back pain, and stress. His daily medication regimen included antidepressants, anti-anxiety drugs, and powerful painkillers. He wasn’t an addict. He was a man trying to survive a manhunt. The trial ended in 2005. The jury deliberated for 7 days after a 14-week trial and found him not guilty on all 14 counts. But the damage was already done. The accusations didn’t stop when the trial ended. The stress didn’t stop when he was acquitted. The pain didn’t stop when he walked out of that courtroom. So when another documentary comes out - another attempt to smear his name for ratings - ask yourself: Who really killed Michael Jackson? The drugs? Or the people who spent 12 years trying to destroy him?
The TT girlies are singing Young Hearts Run Free right now. Great song, heartbreaking backstory.
Before recording it, Candi Staton was trapped in an abusive relationship. One night after she opened for Ray Charles, her ex threatened to throw her off a hotel balcony. She talked him down, and later turned that pain into one of the most empowering songs ever recorded.
Those lyrics weren't just written. They were lived.
Interesting.
Always loved the song, and the artist.