Since the cradle you’ve been serving music and dance
Through the time you’ve become the great singer
You’ve been dancing a lot you‘ve been singing so hot
You were winner my friend and you are winner

Now it’s time to ask those people who mourn
My apology ones who pretend that they are mourning
Don’t you remember you called him child rapist and ugly
psycho?
And now he is nice and oh how you are sorry

Relatives weep, but triumph insight
In anticipation of fortune of money
Hey camera man and reporter come in to our sight 
We will tell you how we love our sonny 

How much I wish reporter would come 
And say something smart to that daddy
You’ve never cried about your son
You smile and think of his money

Don’t you remember the time when he was a child?
He was beaten and humiliated for the sake of your whim
While many other children in playground had fun
He spent hours crying but still working at the record
machine

How about you all, shall I call parasites 
Where is your feeder, he is gone 
Sleazy hypocrites, lack of conscience mites
Don’t I know that you’re having fun?

Making fortune upon the grave of your brother
Making fortune upon the grave of your son
Getting famous in hope to win honor
Only question for what and how come?

Yes, I have to accept that sometimes
Michael used to be queer in mind
But the other such dedicated performer
In our world is hard to find.

He’d been giving you lots of money
Still that was not enough for you
Did you ask for the love? No more money
Let’s just sue him… Shame on you

But God Almighty will judge you
Hope he took our Jackson to heaven
But for those who are loveless and greedy
No such thing will ever be given