In case you’re wondering what I’m doing right now, I just turned off all the lights in my apartment, pulled down the shades and am just gently rocking back and forth with a lighter held in the air while a tear gently rolls down my cheek.   That’s how good this song is.   I mean moving doesn’t even begin to describe how emotional it is.  And yes this settles it.  I don’t care what the First Lady says anymore.  This is our first dance at our wedding.   Period. 

Michael…Michael…Michael….You’re My Nigga……..Ain’t no R&B singer really ever make me cry…makes me want to meet you….touch your hand ya know..   I cry for Mike…I cry for Mike…I cry for Mike….Quantcast  Michael you’re my nigga….