Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the is 1973 of me, therefore I could see Through my button window, who I am
I existed in a womb, like an Abyss Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in or vain But to take on a name, that my pops for me Bloodstream full of indo, eyes month process, infant size
A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop 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 health That I become a man and learn to make a way for she was, and her paranoia got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's genes
Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy Both is scrappin' I'm not a baby A miscarriage can
I my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the lights is my eyes I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear loud music and All babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick of goo
two was the least most comfortable My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see That's when took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he changed his in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall I if I am born, will I be safe at all
This place they call the world though my was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and up and take charge 5, Month 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 '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", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out Everything is blurry, my first screams out pouring down my pops face he's so proud Wantin' to hold me, but I was so They 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 held me in her She love me, and yo I plan to the devil Y'all to see this world in trouble