Lyrical Breakdown of Struggle Will Be Lost - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Struggle Will Be Lost" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Struggle Will Be Lost" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Busta Rhymes employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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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shit on your brother Flossing with jewelry and whips just like a dick And still live with your mother Copping shit that superseded your salary Where is your loyalty to your own blood And taking care of your family?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