Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey me My name is Nas, and the year is Beginning of me, therefore I see Through my button window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just like an from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in or vain But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, developing month process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s Was to pops wishin' what she carried would drop I'm not to come from 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 got in my blood Mixed with from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy Both parents is I'm not a baby A can happen
I my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom
Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what 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 music and vibe All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers I'm covered in this thick of goo
Month two was the most comfortable 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 his mind in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be 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 Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the front for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of gon' stop See how the goverment will start re-training Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced
Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out Everything is blurry, my first breath 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 least that ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my
Finally, I got to see who held me in her She love me, and yo I plan to the devil about to see this world in trouble