Yeah
I want all my niggas
to come journey with me
My name is Nas and
the year is 1973
Beginning of me
therefore I could see
Through my belly button
window who I am
I existed in a womb
just like an abyss
Came from behind the sun
my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms
stomach kicking on her cervix
Twitching cause I'm nervous
Thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign
not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name
my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo
Developing eyes
Nine month process infant size
A prophet in his early stage
his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishing
what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come
from a women so pure Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh blood of
her blood her blood and bones
Hearing prayers she asking
for my good health
That I become a man and
learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was and
her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with
from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearing it's crazy
Both parents is scrapping
I'm not even a baby
A miscarriage can happen
I shot my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom dukes
Yo they must wanna keep me
cause 4 months pass I'm still alive
Guess I got what
they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard
the lights is killing my eyes
I know when moms is laying down
I get bored start to get live
Move side to side
hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are
born with rhythm that's no lie
Solar energize
mineralize food flowing
through my mothers tube
I'm covered in
this thick layer of goo
Month two was
the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me
but month 3 was closer see
That's when pops took moms
to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved he changed
his mind in the last minute
Watching 'em yell heard
my moms voice well
Feared fist fights
so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture
and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if
I am born will I be safe at all
This place they call the world
though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out and
grow up and take charge
Month 5 Month 6 went
by hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already
figured out a date
and time Septemeber 14th 73
Get ready world doctors
in the front waiting for me
Arms open cause they know
when I drop a lot of shit's gone stop
See how the goverment
will start re training cops
Month 9 I'm a week over
due the labor induced
Pops told my moms Push
and take deep breaths too
Stay calm holding her arm
I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching
my scalp my head pops out
Everything is blurry
my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down
my pops face he's so proud
Wanting to hold me
but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said
At least that nigga ain't ugly
Placed me in his arms
snuggly laid me on my mother
Finally I got to see
who held me in her body
She love me and yo
I plan to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see
this world in trouble