| See the joy of life beginning | 
| See the joy of life beginning | 
| Oh sweet joy! | 
| A brand new baby boy | 
| My mind flashed back to the early moon | 
| When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube | 
| In the midst of a state of triple darkness | 
| Going through a struggle so I could exist | 
| Avoiding everything that came within my path | 
| As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half | 
| One out of a million completes the job | 
| And for the other sperm cells the womb is a graveyard | 
| Though my travels I had to pass through | 
| A lot of battles and violent hassles | 
| 'Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object | 
| I’m like a new nigga walking through the project | 
| Trouble, everywhere I turn | 
| Damn it’s a struggle just being a sperm | 
| Cell, so I attempt to prevail | 
| I guess the womb is the first stage of hell | 
| Now here I am in the danger zone | 
| My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes | 
| But then again yo it can’t be that bad | 
| 'Cause my dad he could have used a body bag | 
| And if so then my tomb | 
| Would have been the trash can inside my mom’s bedroom | 
| But they was fucking, they was true to this | 
| And here I go on a mission to the uterus | 
| A million motherfuckers tried to race ahead | 
| But I was the one that fertilized the egg | 
| Then I thought then I was safe | 
| Because I reached home base | 
| But oh no my job wasn’t done | 
| In fact my troubles had only begun | 
| Life is a struggle, life is the struggle | 
| Life is the struggle c’mon | 
| See the joy of life beginning | 
| See the joy of life beginning | 
| Oh sweet joy! | 
| A brand new baby boy |