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 bottom 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, that my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo Developing eyes 9 month process infant size A prophet in his early stages Mother in her early 30's 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 become a man and learn to make a way for myself Nervous she was and her paranonia got in my blood Mixed with marijuana from my daddys genes Lotta screams I'm hearing it's crazy Both parents is scrapping I'm not even a baby a miscarraiage 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, 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 that's 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 close, see That's 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 While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I'm 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, a lot 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 pround Wanted 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 loved me, and I plan to over through the devil Y'all bou't to see this world in trouble Motherfuckers...