Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me My is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, I could see Through my button window, who I am
I in a womb, just like an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes Nine month process, size
A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health That I become a man and learn to make a way for Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my Mixed with Marijuana from my genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's parents is scrappin' I'm not even a 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 shot my way out my mom
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear loud music and All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube I'm in this thick layer of goo
Month two was the most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see That's when 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 broke up furniture and plates on the wall I if I am born, will I be safe at all
This they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July But the Lord already 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 re-training cops Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced
told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first screams 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 least 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 me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil Y'all about to see this in trouble