Clichéd as this is, history does repeat itself when we fail to learn from our mistakes. And by mistakes, we mean when athletes make music. (We’re looking at you, Deion Sanders.) The latest athlete to drop the ball has transcended his first indiscretion and power forwarded his way into music absurdity.

In the poetically titled “Michael, Michael, Michael, You My Nigga”, Lakers forward Ron Artest pours his heart out over Michael Jackson’s recent passing. His soul further aches as he implores other thugs and street hooligans to come clean and show respect to the King Of Pop. If that weren’t enough street cred, this is all done over an overly sappy acoustic guitar hook that would shame even circa-1992 Poison.

Artest sinks lines with the emotional magnitude and lyrical dominance of Master P: “I understand controversy. I understand words trying to hurt me. They said I wasn’t worthy. They said you ain’t worthy. Glad you wasn’t growing up in my hood where the good die early. “Or there’s the wrenching bit, “You showed me love, I know you didn’t know me, but you showed me love.” (Those keeping score will note he did rhyme love with love.) Mr. Artest, we’d say stick to your day job, but who knows how long that’ll last.

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