Yeah, I want all my niggas to come with me My name is Nas, and the is 1973 of me, therefore I could 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 moms stomach, kicking on her Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended Was to be born to reign, not in or vain But to take on a name, that my pops for me Bloodstream full of indo, eyes month process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s Was married to pops what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health That I a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's
screams I'm hearin', it's crazy 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 my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what they call a Ill Will to When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live Move to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born 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 least most My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see when 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 voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell While they up furniture 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 wait to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's stop See how the goverment will start re-training 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first screams out Tears pouring down my pops face so proud to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who held me in her She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil Y'all to see this world in trouble