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[Diddy talking]
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

[Chris brown - Chorus]
This the type of song that make the angels cry,
i look up in the sky and i wonder why?
why you had to go, go
I know its better on the other side,
you were chosen from the start
never gon let you go,

[The Game]
WhoÂ’s Michael Jackson,
Your Michael Jackson,
IÂ’m Michael Jackson,
We all Michael Jackson,
I guess what IÂ’m asking is everybody bow their head for a legend donÂ’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,
someone 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, so i trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals, me and my brothers listen to jackson 5 in the living room,
first thing i did when i heard was call puff,
cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us,
who was us? Me and fifty, that beef is dead, him and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge.

[Chorus]

As IÂ’m pouring out this liquor candles start to flicker,
when list (?) my air ones, MJ was my ni–er.
Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star,
and since iÂ’m a hollywood star imma tell you my story,
[Courtesy of KillerHipHop.com]
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,
iÂ’mma love him and heÂ’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 iÂ’m doing 90 bout to crash in this Aston,
listening to Outcast, IÂ’m sorry Mrs Jackson [Damn - Dope line from Game - KillerHipHop.com]
anything i can ever do to better you your son was our king so we wont Corretta you,
IÂ’m writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.

[Chorus]

[Boys II Men]
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let die
This the kind of song that make the angels cry,
look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why
Do we live and let, live and let die.
[Lyrics courtesy of KillerHipHop.com]
[End]

This song gets even better every time I listen to it. As I was writing down The Game Lyrics I realized how sick The Game is as a lyricist. To write these thoughtful rhymes so soon is sheer talent.

My prayers go out to the Jackson family. Nice track Game!