"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..."
- Busta Rhymes & Carl Thomas
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