The Death of Michael Jackson

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