Can We Keep It real a minute: Michael was finished towards the end!
As much as I will miss him it needs to be said, Mike was a shell of his former self. I think his heart gave out because he was trying to hard to come back to what he did as a 25 year old. Mike was 50 and was trying to dance. WTF? Why would he do that? He was 130 pounds. His body couldn't take that stress. But he couldn't sing because he didn't have a nose. Poor guy.
He was broke because he never had anyone in his life that said to him, "shut the fuck up, you sound stupid." He wants a Giraffe, he gets a Giraffe, he wants to cut his nose so thin that it falls off his face, he gets some quack to do it. He wants a family, he hires a woman to have children for him.
By the time the album Invincible came around he looked and sounded like an idiot. He was a walking punchline and comedians like Katt Williams and Steve Harvey among others could easily do 10 minutes on his dum dum behavior. To an outsider it looked as if he turned his back on the Black community and then would come back when any wild allegation was made against him.
I loved him and I like many did the dance moves, read the lyrics, bought the clothes and even tried to get a curl in someone's kitchen but after awhile it was apparent to anyone that saw him: He was just not the same dude. In death, yes, we should honor him but after a few weeks we, as a community and society need to be honest with one another. His death was a tragedy but it was also apart of the script that killed many before him; Elvis, Tupac and Lennon. Fame comes at the cost of one's life.