Core Philosophy: Foucaultian belief in power of the very state of being observed to motivate individual self regulation and self discipline of the observed
Offending Lyrics:
[Kanye West]
Something wrong
I hold my head
MJ gone...our n-gga dead!
I slapped my girl, she called the feds
I did that time and spent that bread
I'm heading home, I'm almost there
I'm on my way, heading up the stairs
to my surprise, a n-gga replacing me
I had to take 'em to that ghetto university
[Chorus]
all of the lights
cop lights, flash lights, spot lights
strobe lights, street lights
(all of the lights, all of the lights)
fast life, drug life
thug life, rock life
every night
(all of the lights)
[Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
extra bright, I want y'all to see this
turn up the lights in here, baby
you know what I need, want you to see everything
want you to see all of the lights
[Kanye West]
Restraining order
can't see my daughter
her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order
public visitation
we met at Borders
told her she take me back
I'll be more supportive
I made mistakes
I bump my head
courts suck me dry
I spent that bread
she need a daddy
baby please, can't let her grow up in that ghetto university
[Chorus]
all of the lights
cop lights, flash lights, spot lights
strobe lights, street lights
(all of the lights, all of the lights)
fast life, drug life
thug life, rock life
every night
(all of the lights)
[Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here, baby
extra bright, I want y'all to see this
turn up the lights in here, baby
you know what I need, want you to see everything
want you to see all of the lights
[Fergie]
Unemployment line, credit card declined
did I not mention I was about to lose my mind?
(my mind, my mind, my mind)
and also was about to do that line
okay, okay, you know we going all the way this time
(this time, this time, this time)
we going all the way this time
(time, time, time, time)
we going all the way this time
we going all the way this time
we going all the way this time
Turn up the lights in here, baby
extra bright, I want y'all to see this
turn up the lights in here, baby
you know what I need, want you to see everything
want you to see all of the lights
Depressing translation, in light of philosophical lens:
Turn up the lights. Go ahead, shine them in my eyes. I'll confess. I need to confess, because I can't keep doing this shit. I need you to see me. I need to be exposed. Maybe you can help me. Just look. Just look at me. (No, I'm not trying to show you my dick, for fuck sakes. -Not yet,anyway. The night is young.) Maybe, through your eyes, I can have myself reflected back at me. Maybe I can see who I am. Maybe I can gain some control. Maybe I can become the man I want to be for my child, quiet my demons, stop this spin out. I just need you to help make me real. I just need you to expect something from me.