The Struggle Will Be Lost (feat. Carl Thomas)

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 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 Copping shit that superseded your salary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?
 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