The Struggle Will Be Lost

[Chorus] 
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Copping shit that superceded your salary 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 

[Chorus] 

[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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