Michael Jackson

this song was written for him.


I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk
I believed I could do anything
You made the world dance
You made the music come to life


This the type of song that make the angels cry (Mike Jack)
I look up in the sky and I wonder why? (Whhyyy?)
Why you had to go, go
I know it's better on the other side (You were the greatest)
You were chosen from the start
Never gonna let you go, it's from our heart, Ooo (God chose you, we would never forget you)
(We miss you)


Who's Michael Jackson,
Your Michael Jackson,
I'm Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what I'm asking is everybody bow their head for a legend don't breathe for a second,
Now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about,
So you can hear my message, my confession,
Somebody tell Usher, I seen the moonwalk, I guess the young thriller touched him,
Like he touched me, like he touched you,
So carry on his legacy, something I must do, and I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals,
Me and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in our living room,
First thing I did when I heard was call puff,
Cause him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
Who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and young Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.

As I'm pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
When list my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
And since I'm a hollywood star I'm a tell you my story,
Never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
Just like me they always had Mike in a scope,
No matter what you say,
I'm a love him and he's still dope,
Let me take you back to 85 when I was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the zippers on,
Now I'm doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
Listenin' to Outkast, I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson
Anything I can ever do to better you, your son was our king so we gon' Corretta you,
I'm writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.


As I'm pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
When list my air ones, MJ was my nigger.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
And since I'm a hollywood star I'm a tell you my story,
Never had a family that close, never see Barry Gordy walking through interscope,
Just like me they always had Mike in a scope,
No matter what you say,
I'm a love him and he's still dope,
Let me take you back to 85 when I was in a zone, dancing for my momma thriller jacket with all the zippers on,
Now I'm doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
Listenin' to Outkast, I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson
Anything I can ever do to better you, your son was our king so we gon' Corretta you,
I'm writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.