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