Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I see Through my belly window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just an Abyss from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to take on a name, that my pops for me full of indo, developing eyes Nine process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s Was to pops wishin' what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come a women so pure, Ann Jones Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health That I become a man and learn to make a way for Nervous she was, and her got in my blood with Marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy parents is scrappin' I'm not even a A miscarriage can
I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm alive Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear music and vibe All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick of goo
Month two was the least comfortable My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the But I was saved, he changed his in the last minute 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fights, so terrified when we fell While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
This place they the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge Month 5, 6 went 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 open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop See how the goverment will start re-training Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out is blurry, my first breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops face he's so Wantin' to hold me, but I was so 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 held me in her She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the Y'all about to see this world in