Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me My is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I see Through my belly window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, that my pops for me Bloodstream full of indo, eyes Nine month process, size
A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop I'm not to come from 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 paranoia got in my Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both parents is I'm not even a A can happen
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, must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive When I look the lights is killin' my eyes I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get Move side to side, hear loud and vibe All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube I'm covered in thick layer 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 Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all
This place they the world though my view was so large Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take 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, in the front waitin' for me Arms 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop See how the goverment start re-training cops 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first screams out Tears pouring down my face he's so proud to hold me, but I was so bloody They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his snuggly, laid me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who held me in her She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the about to see this world in trouble