Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the is 1973 of me, therefore I could see Through my belly window, who I am
I in a womb, just like an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix 'cause I'm nervous, thought 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 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 of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health I become 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
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both is scrappin' I'm not a baby A can happen
I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the is killin' my eyes I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, loud music and vibe All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick of goo
Month two was the least most 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, heard my voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While they broke up 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 wait to get out, and grow up and take Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' 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 to hold on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first breath out Tears pouring down my pops face so proud Wantin' to hold me, but I was so 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 me in her body She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil Y'all about to see this in trouble