Yeah, I want all my niggas to 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 the sun, my hands balled in a fist on my moms 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 take on a name, that my chose for me Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes Nine process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s Was married to pops wishin' what she carried would I'm not worthy to come from a so pure, Ann Jones of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good That I a man and learn to make a way for myself she was, and her paranoia got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both parents is I'm not a baby A miscarriage can
I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive I got what they call a Ill Will to survive When I hard the lights 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 with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick of goo
Month two was the least most My cord 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 changed his mind in the minute 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I if I am born, will I be safe at all
place they call the world though my view 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 already figured 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 shit's stop See how the goverment will start re-training Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor
Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out Everything is blurry, my first screams out pouring down my pops face he's so proud Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly" Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my
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 world in trouble