"Better on the other side" – Diddy, Chris Brown, The Game, Boys II Men

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, I look up in the sky and I wonder why (why?), 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 gon let you go. (God chose you, we never forget you, we miss you).

Who's Michael Jackson? You're 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've 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 the living room. First thing I did when I heard was call puff, coz 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.

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 it's better on the other side. You were chosen from the start, never gon let you go. This is from my heart.

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'mma tell you my story, never had a family that close, never seen Berry Gordy walking through Interscope, but just like me, they always had Mike in a scope. No matter what you say, I'mma 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, listening to Outcast, I'm sorry Mrs Jackson. Anything I can ever do to better you, your son was our king, so we won't Corretta you. I'm writing this letter to all the Jackson kids, we all Jackson kids, time to let us through.

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 it's better on the other side. You were chosen from the start, never gon let you go.

People could say what they wanna say about you, but we gonna remember the miracles you showed to us, through your music, through your dance, through your philanthrophy. You were the one who made us all realize that We Are The World, you were the one who showed to us that we can moonwalk. You gave us the beat, you gave us the rhythm, you gave us the soul. Through us, your legacy lives on. We can't stop now. We won't stop now. Michael Jackson!

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 it's better on the other side. You were chosen from the start, never gon' let you go.

This the kind of song that make the angels cry. Look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why? (Michael, we love you). 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?