Button Poetry - Letter From Michael Jackson to Justin Bieber lyrics

A Warning Letter from Michael Jackson to Justin Bieber So you're me now, huh? You golden white boy with a jazz saxophone for a voice that could only be drowned out by your loud sneakers and your matching fitted caps They named you heir apparent to the throne Had the nerve to wear that leather jacket at the Grammy's without my permission I nearly treated it as if it were a terrorist act against the crown But I know puppets when I see them, I only wonder who controls your strings Is it the same person who perfectly coiffed your hair, who dipped you face first into a pool of beautiful, got you rockin' your swag as if you invented the sh** But I remember being there, a wide-eyed boy, with an even wider nose Just happy being doped, but then too doped to happy Justin. In Hollywood, they put their stars into the ground for a reason But you don't have the courage to be a beautiful corpse Your chest can't handle the weight of this kind of tombstone I wonder, how much you even know of black face minstrelsy Does Bert Williams haunt your dreams? Who gave you them educated feets, taught you to smile and sing pretty like good "n******g folk" without the black make up Sometimes you are the saddest clown I've ever witnessed But I know you're not to blame, they are They do this to us I bet you thought your face would always get good gas mileage And here, you wonder why I try to update my own motto to something more streamline, more efficient, plastic surgery makes picture perfect Silly boy, you ain't different, hell, you ain't even good enough to be bad I know something that only a handful of us know That on some nights, you cry yourself to sleep asking, "When the f** did my childhood go" The crown is too heavy for your head Boy, you ain't old enough to be king Weird, how we make s** icons out of child stars figuring, If we can f** them earlier, we can f** them longer We both know Britney ain't up and go crazy for nothing She didn't just "flip her lid" She tried. To shave. Her tiara off. Royalty, ain't all it's cracked up to be Justin, they will make a mummy out of you So that even in d**h, someone will prop you up Attach the strings, make you smile pretty So that your funeral will be your greatest concert Ever.