Michael Jackson’s biological son, B Howard, finally broke his silence and revealed the dark truth that shocked the world.

Michael Jackson’s legacy is often punctuated by controversy, and one of the latest involves singer-songwriter Brandon Howard, known as B. Howard, who has been speculated to be the King of Pop’s illegitimate son. The saga, fueled by media speculation and uncanny resemblances, has now reached a turning point as Howard breaks his silence. Here, we explore his life, career, and the swirling rumors surrounding his paternity.

Born on April 2, 1981, in Los Angeles, Brandon Howard was raised in a musically rich environment, being the son of Grammy-nominated R&B singer Mickey Howard. Known for her soulful performances in the 1980s and 1990s, Mickey instilled in her son a deep love for music.

Howard’s early exposure to the arts translated into a relentless passion for music. From singing in church choirs to participating in talent shows, he demonstrated natural talent and an unyielding drive to carve his own path in the music world.

Before stepping into the limelight as a performer, Howard honed his skills behind the scenes, producing and writing for established artists. His breakthrough came with a collaboration with Epic Records and Ginuwine, marking his entry as a recognized force in the music industry.

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