Tytuł: The Struggle Will Be Lost

• Wykonawca: Busta Rhymes
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[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  Copping shit that superceded your salary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]