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 straight from spirit land, 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 looking out my belly button window

My father's face wears a frown

And I'm wondering if they even want me around

Cause I'll go back to spirit town

So I could rest longer before I come back down

The chute again, in the near future when

My moms and pops can agree on this

Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist

He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont

You got a 120 days do what you want

But as for me coming back this be my last time

Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind



[Nas]

I shot my way out my mom dukes



I shot my way out my mom dukes



They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm still alive

Guess I got what you call an ill-will to survive

When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes

I know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get live

Move side to side hear loud music and vibe

All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie

Solar energize, mineralize food 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

Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic

But I was saved cause 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 up, 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, alot of shit's gonna 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 to push and take deep breaths too

Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on

Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out

Everything blurry, my first breath screams out

Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud

Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody

They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga aint ugly!"

Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her body

She loved me,and I plan to over through the devil

Y'all bout to see this world in trouble

Motherfuckers...