Michael Jackson's "Children."

Those kids of his are about as much his as they are Benjamin Franklin's. He bought them from their mother and even God Almighty doesn't know who the father is. They're pieces of property designed to convince the dead nigger that he wasn't really a nigger. But at least they had some protection from the other nigger sharks in the family with Jackson alive. Now they don't even have that. If they're smart they'll all flee to Zanzibar. At the moment they are, the three of them, in a pool of sharks that has about as much love for them as I have for Islam. And that would be None At All.