Foucault's Gaze

He's a hero, he's a hero
Propaganda fake news, you selfish peers pilo
We know, saving face in case the case below
Falls apart and then he knows your name, there's a sequel
Revenge of the Righteous, light this mic like you're Nero
Squander his name to maintain fanatic equals
Eco, friendly on the equilibrium brimming under him
Sundered ends prattle, summer friend
Some pretend that he's a monster, phantom toppler
Doctored, a proctor, keeper of the doctrine
Officer without a badge number to concoct errs
Knocked nerves, scarred and rehearsed, devolving proper
Locker, secret fears framing god as slaughter
Housed an earth with little blot, lopped his head in concert
Conquered, if you ponder rough possibilities he's already hearing these
Lies

He's a hero, huh?
Knew him post-Messiah complex with the warring drums
Shattered existential dreading driven by mystery lumps
Lauded for the courage, curbin mass hysteria, ya Allah
I knew him before that, chasing cats with cocks intact
Nipped the buds in cul de sacs, cruel weed whacker past entrapped
Acid haps, trippin up on powers hours lacked the graft
Alabast, carving catered futures sutured with a task
Ask, then ye shall receive, 'cept if you don't function
Wasted blood in the seas, leave an orphan happily
For a bitch in the cut, right? Politician not the pauper
Lepers don't sell, aight?
He told me emboldening the smoldering wreck is what he do to protect
Keep the quo quasi for less, leap forward ignore the threats
A pistol loaded regret, I should have stopped his attempts, I should have stopped his attempts
But, we here now
Raging homicidal rhino grinding grottos with a smile
Hollowed hallow hissing, hit me if I'm missing, lift us for we're kissing
Death has now adjusted for the living



Credits
Writer(s): Mahmoud Yacoub
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