[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on your brother   Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your mother   Copping shit that superceded your salary    Where is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your family   Funny how you sit and drink what you drink   Thinking the foulest shit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      [Chorus]