Poly Sci Songtext
von John Forté

Political science
The study of politics mixed with science
Speak on it baby

As I look in your eyes
I see the sunrise
I see the moonshine


I′m from the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers
Cocaine slangers who slice stores
No time to cook up, them niggas like raw
It′s all about the dollar now, white powder now
He owe us money so I watch my niggas tie him down
The conflict is crucial, police is neutral in this battlefield
Where the battles real, the cattle squeal for a platter meal
I even watched little Darrell deal
I love the ghetto, hate the ghetto
Must've been a genius who helped make the ghetto
So I sit back and chase the'retto
I got beef, how can you misplace my metal?
It′s a sob story, it′s bad the way they robbed Tory
Of course, must've been religious
Cause they took a small chain and a cross
Wrong game to play boss
Every night′s a bong out
They shot up every corner where I hung out
Some nights I cry to this
Even though it's pies to flip

The sunrise, just like the moonshine
The rain stops, and your girl smiles
Just for you, yeah
For you don′t know the love I have for you


Mami, I keep my name on your brain like Mitsy
With the rain, I'm from the school of stolen sneakers
Speakers and heavy chains, no lie, through the nolly
Why? God see I, learned the ways of the street
Degrees in poli-sci, many days under heat
It pays for stickin him
Watch him beast on the lean, routine curriculum
Black vans, maybe a Trans Am, exams get done
Pop quiz, figure out them niggas who hit son
God give, God take away, and it′s easy to see
Spell 'til the Lord kill, indiscriminately
We infinitely, to sell, keepin fans compelled
The bigger picture, watch the ones who with ya
I clean the pie, and seen 'em die
Traveled life more than once, maybe, me and I
Had to read it by, so many conceited eyes
Had to be wise
When I met too many girls around the world and deleted lives

It′s like my music
A new tune you never heard
Hear, your heart beat
The bass hits, and you feel it
It′s real it's not a sample
I saw you playing my piano
In my front room, uh huh

Now I, rock jew-els
Now and then, a little lights and platinum
A little beef on the street, no harm in clappin them
Savage nations, ghetto life no ramifications
Dead debatin, keepin every crackhead basin
My auntie steady sayin that we wastin
Money, I like tastin the finer things in life like a mason
Police play hating, everything that the court own
Brownsville with pride classified as a war zone
The Brook god, so trife, origin-al low life
To sport it, boost it, the ghetto can afford it
Trade it, sort it, stress, Newport it
No tax, never audit, you broke it, you bought it
A 25 to life, my little son son caught it
′Til this day we admit it, that we did it, he gon' bit it
Kept his mouth shut and never shitted
On who was murdered, flirted with death
Like every teen, akh, you know the verdict
Want me to say it one more time ma?
Is that what you want?

Say it one more time

For every city blocker, Glock rocker
Cats who get they weight off, for every kid who had a parent laid off
No health care, had us codependents out on welfare
Speak amongst yourselves cause in the streets no one else care
The powers that be, will see you melt there
Them jealous cats who slang crack are glad to send you back
Cause you dealt there
We all wanna shine for basis, ′til we easy
LG for GP, only the realest niggas meet me
Conversin through the wee wee hours of the mornin, sleepy
But always stay alert, cause the pain hurt you deeply
Ain't nothin changed so I′m stuck on myself, cause you mundane
You wonder why you just gold? You stuck on one plane
Now we must hold, very few will make it through the threshold
I'm blessed though, to head the snakes before I let go
A major death toll, it's all about the babies, fuck the best coats
And keep my family eatin ′til I′m done breathin

Hear, your heart beat
The bass hits, and you feel it
It's real it′s not a sample
I saw you playing my piano
In my front room, uh huh

All you had to do
Was make a record, a record, a record, yeah
All you had to do
Was make a record, a record, a record
Say it one more time
All I want to do
Is hold you, forever, forever and ever
If you need to lean on me
Don't run, I′m here for you
Just like the sunrise
Just like the moonshine