This song deserves better verses. What we get is Michael Jackson, arguably the best singer in the pop world, trying to rap. It’s actually more like spoken-word poetry set to rhythm, which would be fine over a bridge but takes up too much valuable time and space as is.
It’s a morality lesson boring enough to put you to sleep until the chorus comes and the magic begins. The song isn’t a classic, but by the end, when precious counter melodies and signature (“hoo/hee”) ad-libs come into play, I bet you won’t be able to tell the difference.
my rating : 4 of 5
1995