[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Copping shit that superceded your salary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