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