Fetus (Explicit Version)

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 Lot of screams I'm hearing, it's crazy, both parents is scrapping 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 Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 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 flowing through my mother's tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me, but month three 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 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 'cause they know when I drop, a lot of shit's gon' stop See how the government 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 that 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