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Kevin Maia
Where Were You
Where were you?
When I needed you most, where were you?
60s, 70s, 80s and even 90s, with lots of fame and money they still put up with me
Even with a different appearance, but I am the power
And they need me to adhere, they want to copy my essence
A life on a complex level, not everything about it was in excess
All that was not for success, they killed him for a ticket
I defend this and do not deny everything that I felt expressed
Prayers for him, I ask, justice for Michael Jackson
My death sells newspapers, they really want me to die
They rose from the ashes at funerals, all this shit is a joke
In the 2000s I walked alone, but I always took care of my children
They forgot about me in 2005, I asked the artists for help, they disappeared!
The media doesn't tell you that, they said I was broke
There are still people who say: I believe, but without me the system doesn’t work
I move a lot of money, I am the freedom of a people
They lied about who I was, but after I died in the 80s again
Scared rappers, huh?
Foreign rappers are all scared
They use my name in the songs, but they don't tell the truth about ours
Indigenous, Latino and African, the world is still bleeding
You have so much talent, but the world keeps crying
Artists dolls of the industry the power is your fantasy
If you don't wake up now, you sons of bitches will get fucked
Reports from a very believing fan, with a lot of anger between his teeth
MJ also died because of half a dozen sick fans
And even trying to save the world this is the lesson: They don't care about us, they don't care about us, they are fucking us
Paparazzi, many more than once, ended the King's life
But that's okay, the law protects you, this is the English world
Michael Jackson what I am Michael Jackson what I know
And all those I mentioned, sons of bitches, try to be born again
I'm not going to talk about the songs, I'm not going to talk about success and fame
I came here to poke you, I came to throw you in the mud
Artists paying for originals, but in reality they are all the same
And with each passing year you fall further and further behind
Whether in Jazz or Hip-Hop, everyone turned their backs on the King of Pop
While you guys are talking shit, he was helping the poor
I've poked idiots, now I'm leaving
That's why I have to say: Michael Jackson, you're awesome
Where were you?
When I needed you most, where were you?
