Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is Beginning of me, therefore I see my belly button window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to take on a name, my pops chose for me full of indo, developing eyes Nine process, infant size
A prophet in his stage, his mother 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 of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she for my good health That I become a man and learn to a way for myself Nervous she was, and her got in my blood with Marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's parents is scrappin' I'm not a baby A miscarriage can
I shot my way out my mom 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 months pass, I'm alive Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the is killin' my eyes I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear loud 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 layer of goo
Month two was the most comfortable My cord choking 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 '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 they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me Arms open 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop See how the goverment start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced
Pops my moms, "Push and take deep 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 to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly" me in his arms snuggly, laid 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 world in trouble