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Year of the Worker

by d.o.n.

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This is the age of the Analog animal resistance renaissance Synopsis noxious preeminence Calloused grip mechanics Hammer/Sickle sans socialism Nothing transcendental Just the same coarse clutch sinking shovels in These are the times of the Solemn stone grimace antithesis of idyllic Im hardened by the experience Youre frozen mannerisms of pantomimic frivolity grinning with whimsy in an unwitting mannequin stance of face-melt fragility I saw it in the form of One whiplash glimpse at transient oblivion And traveling companions clinging to the fringes shivered me As long as that glimmer of gripping gains Kindled a smoldering flicker within me I'll just abide in that humility And Im a student of the trill academia Sheer brittle brilliance Shrill bristle exo-sheild mesozoic megalith Top heavy, cumbersome and lumbering More resilient than wicker stick figures not privy to the tipping point But never fall, imma Play the low stoic most slated for the laborious Lore, the sordid fables of a pauper called favored They applaud the retarded, the raucous are rewarded I try to thwart the void and the ploys of the dark hearted But kept plodding til my slot Hop from nominal to moderately phenominal An anomaly who functions anonymous Called commoner, who stalk among the nondescripts Demolishing what the pompous would propagate as an accomplishment And trod on top of it And kept stomping til the Hallowed pleas of hired men volume rises to hollering Counter and contradict the false depictions of a life of ease Soured countenance from grievous groans Woes of a thousand men under a vow to make you head the howls of the hireling Maybe you'll nod But this offering wasn't offered for the 'Yes' men No comfort vested in company policy Even if followed to the letter You've already sweat and stressed for the sake of that check So never let work determine your personal worth They'll work you to death! This is the year of the...
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Marching 03:03
Hook Marching through the arduous Dawn to dark we plant and harvest in the harsh conditions When you're intimate with loss And know exhaustion yet keep plowing cuz you know the cost of quitting No matter what your cause or who you are Move forward.
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Hangman 01:11
You are not a fraction of latch key Patterned a plasticine snatch crease, lackey In the bullmastiff craft, you bask in a lap dog's mastery Lamp adamant at manic blab tangent Rabid rabbinacle rad, unabashed magma Last laugh cackling, the partisans are clamoring Cradle cap trap rap apparatus Fashioned from the scraps of a trash heap Malodorous gas drip, catch draft gasping, gagging Tamper with a pandemic atrophy dapping disaster Better have hazmat or chloroform wet naps handy Your calculated death dance, hangman latitude is that of which Alejandro Sosa had appropriated moniker of 'hassa' facsimile Black fist bangs harder than Afghan hash-hish Herb Alpert of halberdiers, javelin trajectory On point, like Cadillac seats, where the Mack be Banshee bonanza, nose candy tantrum advancing And armed with anguish Sambo antithesis of antebellum, not Amos and Andy But the adamant ax of Nat's rebellion that felled em A rank and file classified flier flank of the rank and foul Some are dense as a cloud of dank and loud Narcotic dollies catatonic from drank and molly Death rattle rant trance enamored is the standard Even when I brag ramble random Results are staggering
4.
Cold 02:37
ICE!
5.
Dig 02:18
Just dig...DIG!
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Us 03:03
Hook Who are a youth maligned? Who are the true savages? Where is the imaginary line the sand and have we crossed that barrier by way of threats feigned where the presumed danger seems apparent, though he meant no malice We kill us They kill us Some still carry on like please kill us x2
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Thanks Strategy for transcribing the lyrics. d.o.n. feat. Strategy - “Searching” Produced by: Glenn “Strategy” Winter ©2014PrimalOnVinyl Verse 1 (written & performed by: d.o.n.) Traveling on my nomadic passage Where the air quality's gaseous Every breath carcinogenic Or at best branded asbestos It’s probably the negative Argon Particles surrounding you Or part and parcel To sparse empathy for others starving And the jargon... Part from the fold you'll be a target Only not for martyrdom More of an Amistad compartment Aside from grace from His divine hand I’m not remarkable... I am but a cog linked to others And though if one of us should come undone From our predestined set position Then this dreaded machine Would just collapse by way of a whisper Not through faulty engineering But the eyes of those mandated To maintain the apparatus Have strayed wayward leery Treading the marsh Marching over topographic land masses Littered liberally with savages Lassoes to variance and married To the various addictions: syringe, pipe vices... Known to elope with hopelessness Kneel and propose to dosages Procreate to overdose Pillow talk with foam lips Found on a sofa stiff and cold With an arctic afterglow What was hidden is now exposed naked So sacred... frozen on a slab eviscerated Proved and vacant Is it a soul floating aimless? Or absent from organic shell And present with Creator? Don't lay for predilections They are but predatory Jagged fanged rabid animals Bloody mandibles dripping I offer assistance By way of a rhythmic telegram I edit, reprise, cryptic Pair it with my edifice heavenly exoskeleton In which I am sequestered Yet its for my own protection While I heel/toe on the fringes Of that given hedge, are devilish Suggestions, but deflected, Lead us not, deliver us, from the snare But not the strike Hyping this composition But the one that compromises Conquers and divides us From the eternal congress The bond between my God and I But my conscience is a compass Since it is his job to guide Why not align myself So as to not become beguiled Or reviled by a misstep But im searching In spite of the coercion In lieu of the diversions That would steer me from my purpose I am searching And even though I'm labeled urchin And a societal burden I’m not truant from my journey I am searching Verse 2 (written & performed by: Strategy) Searching… Searching cause I’m hurtin’ Searching… For who I am as a person My genesis? Tenuous With an emphasis on venomous Now I stand at the precipice Nestled in my restlessness And I scour the earth Conceiving powerful work Been against the grain since birth Came out feet first Just angry and hurt Overly critical and cynical Its like I never got over When they cut my umbilical Fuckin pitiful… Try not to focus on that Haven’t lost all my marbles yet But there's a hole in the bag A couple screws are loose yo My memory’s foggy Need more gratitude promptly Yet my attitude’s nonchalantly A real quandary Totally exposed full Monty Sometimes I wanna throw in the towel But that’ll just create more laundry Oddly it’s a struggle When trouble’s this subtle Sure I wrestle with my demons But sometimes we just snuggle Look man, all my slick plans Got me in quick sand But victory’s the sweetest When you know what defeat is …Conceited for reasons Unbeknownst to me its Simply more convenient To completely pledge allegiance To achievement in Hip-Hop Aiming for the top I got what it takes But its gonna take everything I got Misery to serenity Liberty in fact …. I mean literally I’m the epitome of that To put it simply we all in the same game Just different levels All going through the same hell With different devils To improve my life I examined it Removed all contaminates …Asked God for help And now I’m under His management I know He’s got His hand in it The opposite of abandonment The consummate philanthropist Joyfully anointing me To royalty… We started from the bottom And came up like buoyancy This verse is your purchase And its making me nervous Aiming below the surface Unearthing my purpose Takes courage to be of service My verbiage so compelling Honesty open mindedness And being willing... It’s fulfilling helping each other The concept is so beautiful I’m the keeper of my brother That’s what I’m alluding to Don’t you love the sound of it? Well stick around a bit Happiness is inexpensive But we pay dearly for it’s counterfeit My pedigree’s flowing free Uplifting poetry... Laying a firm foundation with the Bricks that are thrown at me In those moments I can’t let go I search for something tangible Pray for troubles antidote Relax and eat some cantaloupe Man look… Lemmie find out all the answers Are really in that damn book “A change gone come”... Sam Cooke No longer stressing Stronger and progressing I’m running out of limbs On which to count up all my blessings I am searching
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Faithful 01:49
Don't be fooled by the lulls in the doom When the wool being pulled over our collective eyes Is from wolves costumed in the same sheep coats From the poached ewes exhumed from years of a ruse Dont be duped Dont be stupid Dont be moved Dont mope Be lucid Dont be foolish Dont be jaded Dont believe the hype Just be faithful x2
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Gentleman 02:22
It's all about Jesus.
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Fade 02:14
Cold just came in with these Regan era phrases, said arrangements never refrain, they are ageless, word to my grays, outside the diameter of my elaborate array, is everything fugazi and viewed with a gaze of disdain, and as I fall back to assess, I've noticed you throw a decadent shade in succession to your detriment, I can't fade I cant fade.
11.
Traffic Stop 03:12
Big Dawg Daddy Hawg: You neva gon geddit like ME You neva gon geddit like ME You neva gon geddit like ME You neva gon geddit like ME Im ridin filthy, lookin clean Ridin filthy, lookin clean Ridin filthy, lookin clean Im ridin filthy, lookin clean NIGGUH! Worker: I never wanna get like you, I want what He has for me I never wanna get like you, I want what He has for me I aint got no name, and no boasts to claim And I hate this job, but when I get home and I say my prayers And I lay my head, I'm at peace and can you say the same?
12.
Knock Off 01:53
Wooooo Lawdy! Knock em out the box, don!
13.
On My Way 04:16
Hook Im on my way, Im on my way And where I'll go, I dont know, only God can say Im on my way, Im on my way And where I'll go, I dont know, only God can say Cuz only God can save.
14.
Hook Quiet as kept Mind your steps Times are strange Live as a wretch Snicker in jest Time don't play Glance at the clock Minutes to midnight like Hey! How'd it get this late? We livin in these times
15.
It keeps calling...
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This is the latest musical offering from d.o.n. called Year of the Worker. Enjoy.

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released November 12, 2014

Year of the Worker.
Starring:
Prospek of GPNYC
Pete MAC of M.A.C. Productions/Zone Gang Ent
KidInfamous of Master Beaterz
Chris Greene
Strategy of Primal on Vinyl
Mr. Kuba
Brother Seamus of Galactic Bretheren/Private Pile
The Custodian of Records
Dubla of Dubla Music/Inner Recess Studios
S.Habib of GPNYC
Caligula
d.o.n.
All songs recorded at Works-N-Progress Studios NOLA
except for Searching, recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Glenn 'Strategy' Winter at Primal on Vinyl Studios NOLA
All songs mixed and mastered by Aaron Thornton at Inner Recess Studios NOLA except for Marching, mixed and mastered by Jonathan 'Prospek' Bailey at New Fidelity Studios Cincinnati OH.
Front Cover photo by Robbie Waterman
Back Cover photo by Don C. Purvis

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