The Struggle Will Be Lost Lyrics - It Ain't Safe No More... - Busta Rhymes

Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

With the crack and the guns, death and disease 

They called for you or your 

(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 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

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(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle will be lost, lost 

If you continue to do the shit you be doing with disloyalty, nigga 

Now that explains why in each ward you avoiding me, nigga 

Knowing now it takes nothing to start 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Copping shit that superseded your salary 

Where is your loyalty to your own blood 

And taking care of your family? 

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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 is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

With the crack and the guns, death and disease 

They called for you or your 

(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 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

The struggle would be lost, lost 

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 probly 

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 doing 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 and I hope you feeling the wrath 

Create a hammer to make a man that a beat 

You in the head with the math 

Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the Caucus Cliffs 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

He robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

He took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure 

(Happy thanksgiving) 

With the crack and the guns, death and disease 

They called for you or your 

(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 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost 

(Say it again) 

The struggle would be lost, lost