Michael Jackson dies in LA hospital

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Aug 22, 2005
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:(LOS ANGELES – Michael Jackson, the moonwalking former child star who became known the world over as the "King of Pop" before his life and career deteriorated in a freakish series of scandals, died Thursday, a person with knowledge of the situation told The Associated Press. He was 50. The person said Jackson died in a Los Angeles hospital. The person was not authorized to speak publicly and requested anonymity.

The circumstances of his death were not immediately clear. Jackson was not breathing when Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics responded to a call at his Los Angeles home about 12:30 p.m., Capt. Steve Ruda told the Los Angeles Times. The paramedics performed CPR and took him to UCLA Medical Center, Ruda told the newspaper.

Jackson's death brought a tragic end to a long, bizarre, sometimes farcical decline from his peak in the 1980s, when he was popular music's premier all-around performer, a uniter of black and white music who shattered the race barrier on MTV, dominated the charts and dazzled even more on stage.

He was perhaps the most exciting performer of his generation, known for his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves, his high-pitched voice punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove and tight, military-style jacket were trademarks second only to his ever-changing, surgically altered appearance. Over the years, his skin became lighter and his nose narrower.
 
Apr 25, 2002
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I WENT WITH THE HOMEBOY TO HIS HOUSE YESTERDAY ON 2300 JACKSON. TO SELL SOME CD'S AND CHECK OUT THE CHAOS. MUTHA FUCKAS WAS ACTING A ASS. WE GONE MISS YOU MICHAEL. THATS ALL GARY HAD.
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Feb 5, 2006
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45 years of trends, records set, sweat poured
imitation, emulation, fainted fans, from emisaries to popes
kings, queens, over mountians deserts and seas
from the have nots of 2300 jackson street a home that was safe
from afros 2 bell bottoms, butterfly collars, penny loafers, acne
he shied away at times he wished he could fly away from his anxiety
this life of fame a monkey on his back on a ferris wheel
a merry go round that never slowed down
he was rhythm, he was rock n roll, he was soul, on the moon he walked
he spun, he kicked, he screamed, he pointed, we screamed, we enjoyed
they laughed, they pointed, at the accusations the lawsuits, we supported
he carried pain, suffering, misery, pitch dark nights inside the cameras lights
the tabloids, the lies, the confusion, a man, a child, they called him a monster
an alien, an extra terrestial, treated him like a punching bag, a whipping boy,
a scarecrow, a scapegoat, so somewhere in between 20 and 40 his sanity
turned insanity from being infamous mixed with a little schizophrenia
they wouldn't leave him alone they wouldn't beat it leave him no peace no sleep
no justice just fear, taxes, trouble, madness, exhaustion, bein that hero
and in 1 instant bein called a heel, a martian, a ufo,
on hard copy, inside edition, entertainment tonight, and national enquirer
a baby killer, a pedophile, he said hell no I'm still a child I'm God's child
I ain't happy I'm lonley strectched out way too thin and gettin thinner
I'm not a smooth criminal despite all the riots and if you're lookin at me Jesus
I just might see you soon after a few swallows of wine, 20 xanax and valiums
just 2 deal with my up's, my downs, my crescent highs and hell on earth lows
being the sensation they don't know is still a sensitive human being
not just here for your reaction everytime I take an action this was his life
this was a gift and a wicked curse of the courts, the I.R.S., the invasions
and we cry now 'cause the lights went out and he was gone too soon
the end of an era...the end of the life of a KING...an ICON... a beautiful man
will there ever be a 2nd coming? another one further ???? NEVER AGAIN....