Yeah, I want all my niggas to journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is of me, therefore I could see Through my belly window, who I am
I existed in a womb, like an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo, eyes Nine process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 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 become a man and to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her got in my blood with Marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy parents is scrappin' I'm not even a A miscarriage can
I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive When I look hard the lights is my eyes I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live Move to side, hear loud music and vibe All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube I'm covered in thick layer of goo
Month two was the most comfortable My umbilical cord 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 moms well Feared fist fights, so when we fell they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
This place they the world though my view was so large wait to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, 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 goverment will start re-training Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced
told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my breath screams out Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud Wantin' to hold me, but I was so 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 to overthrow the devil about to see this world in trouble