Fetus (Belly Button Window) Testo

YeahI want all my niggas to come journey with meMy name is Nas, and the year is 1973Beginning of me, therefore I could seeThrough my belly button window who I am...I existed in a womb, just like an abyssCame straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fistPunching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervixTwitching cause I'm nervousThought my intended purposeWas to be born to reign, not in scorn or vainBut to take on a name, my pops chose for meBloodstream full of indoDeveloping eyes looking out my belly button windowMy father's face wears a frownAnd I'm wondering if they even want me aroundCause I'll go back to spirit townSo I could rest longer before I come back downThe chute again, in the near future whenMy moms and pops can agree on thisWas here before but my moms saw her gynocologistHe dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dontYou got a 120 days do what you wantBut as for me coming back this be my last timeAbort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind[Nas]I shot my way out my mom dukesI shot my way out my mom dukesThey must wanna keep me, cause4 months past and I'm still aliveGuess I got what you call an ill-will to surviveWhen I look hard the lights is killing my eyesI know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get liveMove side to side hear loud music and vibeAll black babies are born with rhythm thats no lieSolar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tubeI'm covered in this thick layer of gooMonth two was the least most comfortableMy umbilical cord choking meBut month 3 was closer, seeThats when pops tookmoms to see the doc at the clinicBut I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minuteWatching 'em yell, heard my moms voice wellFeared fist fights, so terrified when we fellWhile they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wallI wondered if I am born will I be safe at allThis place they call the world though my view was so largeCouldn't wait to get up, grow up and take chargeMonth 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in JulyBut the Lord already figured out a date and timeSeptemeber 14th, 73Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for meArms open cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gonna stopSee how the goverment will start re-training copsMonth 9, I'm a week over due, the labor inducedPops told my moms to push and take deep breaths tooSaid stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold onSurgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops outEverything blurry, my first breath screams outTears pouring down my pops face he's so proudWanted to hold me, but I was so bloodyThey washed me off and he said "At least that nigga aint ugly!"Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my motherFinally, I got to see who held me in her bodyShe loved me,and I plan to over through the devilY'all bout to see this world in troubleMotherfuckers...