Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey me My name is Nas, and the year is Beginning of me, I could see Through my button window, who I am
I existed in a womb, just like an Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix Twitching I'm nervous, thought 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 full of indo, eyes month process, infant size
A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good That I a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's
screams I'm hearin', it's crazy Both parents is I'm not a baby A miscarriage can
I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I shot my way out my mom I my way out my mom dukes
Yo, they must keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live Move side to side, loud music and vibe All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie Solar energize, mineralize flowin' through my mothers tube I'm covered in thick layer of goo
two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well fist fights, so terrified when we fell While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall I wondered if I am born, will I be at all
place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73 Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' See how the goverment start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced
Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything is blurry, my first breath out Tears pouring down my pops face so proud Wantin' to hold me, but I was so washed 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 me in her body She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil Y'all to see this world in trouble