Yeah, I want all my to come 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, just like an Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes Nine month process, infant
A prophet in his early stage, his 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 I become a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana from my genes
Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's Both parents is I'm not a baby A miscarriage can
I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what they call a Ill Will to When I look hard the lights is killin' my 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, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube I'm in this thick layer of goo
Month two was the most comfortable My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see That's when pops moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
This place call the world though my view was so large Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, doctors in the front for me open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop See how the goverment start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first screams out Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly" me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother
Finally, I got to see who me in her body She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil Y'all about to see world in trouble