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"Last Of A Dying Breed" is track #2 on the album Last Of A Dying Breed. It was written by Joseph Johnson;jr. Williams;brad Jordan;james Stanley.
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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

All the doctor visits and physicians movin' me around
You could sense my discomfort in every other ultrasound
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 problem 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 muthafuckin' breed

The last of this muthafuckin' breed

Songwriters
Joseph Johnson;Jr. Williams;Brad Jordan;James Stanley

Published by
CHOCOLATE THUNDER

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