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Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes
from the caucus cliffs
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he robbed and stole and killed for greed and
packed us on slave ships
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
he took us off to stolen lands it seemed like
hell for sure
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
with the crack and the guns, death and
disease they called for you and your
[Busta in background] happy Thanksgiving
No whips no brew no weed to smoke not a
single luxury
If not for the bloodshed that it cost the
struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Busta] say it again
the struggle would be lost
[Verse 1]
The struggle will be lost
If you continue to do the shit you be doin'
with disloyalty nigga
Now that explains why in each ward you
avoiding me nigga
Knowing now it takes nothing to be destroying
a nigga
Conditioned with a mind to shit on your
brother
Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a
dick and still live with your mother
Copping shit that superceded your salary
Where is your loyalty to your own blood and
taking care of your family
Funny how you sit and drink what you drink
Thinking the foulest shit and not even
knowing why you think how you think
Must be the reason why we aren't aware
Because the devil know how guilty and filthy
he is in all his affairs
Fucking with my mind when I was a youngster
Cause he know if we knew the truth we'd make
his ass run from amongst us
That's why we thinking that it's better to
ball
while the devil be sitting and watching
plotting how to murder us all
now this
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[Verse 2]
Hey yo
That's why I'm hustling harder
Now I'm in a huddle seeing the struggle in my
mother and father
That's why my persona will come with such a
karma to be getting this paper
Cause I ain't with the slavery labor
A lot of niggas in the hood probly relate to
me greater
than those that believe when they die they
going to meet the creator that's crazy
how we become slaves
to mental death and power that comes with
becoming even more of a dumber ass
the devil robbing you blind
concealing the truth from niggas while we be
struggling they murder the mind
the wickedness sneak on you quicker when they
creep from behind
continue to speak the truth ?til it weaken
your spine
now check it
the jewel I give you be the beat the beat for
the time
you can't see it like you living on a street
for the blind
young whitty hustler niggas that stick with
the grind
fly cuisine food poisoned cause you eatin'
the swine
I stay struggling and doin' for delf
Then I dig in my body deeper and do a little
knowledge of self
They wonder why they catch a nigga on the
weed sell
Better be careful what you saying on them e-
mails
Now listen
They got your mind in a prison
You can do whatever you want but focus if you
desire to listen
As I say it I hope you feelin' the wrath
Create a hammer to make a man that a beat you
in the head with the math
Now this
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