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 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 Nine month process infant size A prophet in his early stage his mother in the early 30s Was married to pops wishing what she carried would drop I'm not worthy to come from a women 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 become a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was and her paranoia got in my blood Mixed with from my daddy's genes Lotta screams I'm hearing it's crazy Both parents is scrapping I'm not even a baby A miscarriage can 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 Yo they must wanna keep me cause 4 months pass I'm still alive Guess I got what they call a Ill Will to survive When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes I know when moms is laying 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 flowing 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 That's 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 out and 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 a lot of shit's gone 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 Push and take deep breaths too 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 said At least that nigga ain't ugly Placed me in his arms snuggly laid me on my mother Finally I got to see who held me in her body She love me and yo I plan to overthrow the devil Y'all about to see this world in trouble