Yeah, I want all my niggas to journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is Beginning of me, 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 Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain But to on a name, that my pops chose for me Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes Nine month process, size
A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health That I a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's genes
screams I'm hearin', it's crazy Both is scrappin' I'm not a baby A can happen
I my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm alive Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the is killin' my eyes I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get Move side to side, hear loud and vibe All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube I'm in this thick layer of goo
Month two was the least comfortable My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well Feared fist fights, so when we fell While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
This place they call the world though my was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take 5, Month 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 waitin' for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' See how the will start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor
Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves 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 me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, 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