Umbilical cord cut black
Yet white became and could not go back
Dizzying dazzling dangling child
Life was lived on the wild
Thrilling spectacular sounds
For which many gave a pound
Glitter from tender five
Many died to watch live
The world sits and mourn
For a man who was a cultural yawn
With a destitution to become white
And such values as light as kite
The path of life is the same
You choose to walk it in shame
Or manipulate talent in fame
Such is the fate of fame
Small boys shrieking in bed
All for a moment to get fed
Grand juries failed to nail
But God in eternity will not fail
Rest in peace Michael!
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