Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is Beginning of me, therefore I see Through my belly window, who I am
I in a womb, just like an Abyss Came from the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes Nine month process, infant
A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come a women so pure, Ann Jones Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good I become a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both 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 shot my way out my mom
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the lights is killin' my I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm, 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 cord 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 mind in the minute Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well Feared fights, so terrified when we fell While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I if I am born, will I be safe at all
This place they call the world 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 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 start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced
Pops my moms, "Push and take 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 breath out Tears pouring down my face he's so proud Wantin' to hold me, but I was so They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly" me in his arms snuggly, laid 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