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