Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the is 1973 Beginning of me, I could see Through my button 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, kicking on her Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or But to on a name, that my pops chose for me Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes month process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop I'm not to come 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 got in my blood Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's 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 shot my way out my mom
Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still I got what they call a Ill Will to survive When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, hear loud music and All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube I'm covered in this layer of goo
two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all
This place they the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take Month 5, Month 6 went by, 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 start re-training cops 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first breath out Tears pouring 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 me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil about to see this world in trouble