Fetus

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 from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist

Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix

Twitching cause I'm nervous, though 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

Nine-months process, infant size

A prophet in his early stages, mother in her early thirties

Was married to pops, wishing what she carried would drop

I'm not worthy to come from a woman so pure, Ann Jones

Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones

Hearing prayers, she asking for my good health

That I'd become a man and learn to make a way for myself

Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my blood

Mixed with marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin, it's crazy, both parents is scrappin'

I'm not even a baby, a miscarriage could happen

I shot my way out my mom dukes

I shot my way out my mom dukes

I shot my way out my mom dukes

I shot my way out my mom dukes

They must wanna keep me, 'cos four months pass, 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 layin down, I get bored, start to get live

Move side to side, hear loud music and vibe

All black babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie

Solar energize, mineralize food flowin through my mother's tube

I'm covered in this thick layer of goo

Month two was the least most comfortable

My umbilical cord chokin me, but month three was closer, see

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

But I was saved, 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 five, month six went by, hoping I'm born in July

But the Lord already figured out a date and time

September 14th, 73

Get ready, world, doctor's in the front waiting for me

Arms open cos they know when I drop, a lotta shit's gon' stop

See how the goverment start retraining cops

Month nine, I'm a week overdue, 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 is blurry, my first breath screams out

Tears pouring down my pops face, he's so proud

Wanting to hold me, but I was so bloody

They washed me off and he say, "At least a nigga ain't ugly"

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

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

And yo, I plan to overthrow the devil

And y'all bout to see this world in trouble, motherfuckers