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 button window, who I am
I existed in a womb, like an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in or vain But to take on a name, that my chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, developing Nine process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s Was married to pops what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good That I become a man and learn to a way for myself Nervous she was, and her got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both 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 shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the lights is my eyes I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube I'm covered in thick layer of goo
Month two was the most 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 changed his in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice 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 call the though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take Month 5, 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73 Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' See how the goverment will re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor
Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on Surgical touching my scalp, my head 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 They washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who held me in her She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil Y'all about to see this in trouble