Lyrics:

[Chorus]Now this is the tale of a murderer who comes from the caucus cliffs[Busta in background] happy Thanksgivinghe robbed and stole and killed for greed and packed us on slave ships[Busta in background] happy Thanksgivinghe took us off to stolen lands it seemed like hell for sure[Busta in background] happy Thanksgivingwith the crack and the guns, death and disease they called for you and your[Busta in background] happy ThanksgivingNo whips no brew no weed to smoke not a single luxuryIf not for the bloodshed that it cost the struggle would be lost[Busta] say it againthe struggle would be lost[Busta] say it againthe struggle would be lost[Busta] say it againthe struggle would be lost[Busta] say it againthe struggle would be lost[Busta] say it againthe struggle would be lost[Verse 1]The struggle will be lostIf you continue to do the shit you be doin'' with disloyalty niggaNow that explains why in each ward you avoiding me niggaKnowing now it takes nothing to be destroying a niggaConditioned with a mind to shit on your brotherFlossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick and still live with your motherCopping shit that superceded your salaryWhere is your loyalty to your own blood and taking care of your familyFunny how you sit and drink what you drinkThinking the foulest shit and not even knowing why you think how you thinkMust be the reason why we aren''t awareBecause the devil know how guilty and filthy he is in all his affairsFucking with my mind when I was a youngsterCause he know if we knew the truth we''d make his ass run from amongst usThat''s why we