Last of a Dying Breed-American Dog

The last of a dying breed I don't remember much about bein born But I do remember this: I was conceived on February 10th Complications detected in my early months of ballin Around my sonargram you could see the evil was swarmin The hassle, was it what the world was seekin in a child? The doctors wanted me out, my mama's in denial Then I kicked her and gently rubbed my hands across her stomach Told her: "Keep em off me, mama, I'm comin, I'm comin" Now I guess I musta been the reason mama couldn't sleep Interrupted her peace, but it was time for me to eat And since carryin me caused all that swimmin in your feet Just know that I'm thankful, I'll let you feel it with my heartbeat All the doctor visits and physicians movin me around You could sense my discomfort in every other ultrasound And I'm runnin out of room in here, steady slidin down Then she opened up her legs and pushed me out (pushed me out) (Nigger, nigger never die Blackface, shining eye) When I awoke I recall them walkin out my nose Screamin at the top of my lungs, freezing cold Wrapped me up in blankets after dressing me in clothes Then I met the ?? that I owed At 3 o'clock, what-what, nine seven o Was the birth of a dying species, and this I know The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed The last of this muthaf**kin breed The last of this muthaf**kin breed