Nas, The Game - Beginning and End lyrics

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 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 don't
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
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 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 bout to see this world in trouble
Motherfuckers