Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is Beginning of me, I could see Through my belly window, who I am
I existed in a womb, like an Abyss Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to take on a name, that my pops for me Bloodstream full of indo, developing month process, infant size
A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health That I a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her got in my blood Mixed with from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both parents is I'm not even a A miscarriage can
I my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 pass, I'm still alive Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get Move side to side, hear music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube I'm covered in thick layer of goo
Month two was the least comfortable My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see That's pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the front for me Arms open 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop See how the goverment will start cops Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced
told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops face so proud Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my
Finally, I got to see who me in her body She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the Y'all about to see world in trouble