Is This the End II
Twista Lyrics

Momma told me one day it was gonna happen
My mother warned me that something bad would happen in my life.

But she never told me when
However, she never specified the exact timing of this event.

She told me it would happen when I was much older
She mentioned that it would occur when I had aged considerably.

Wish it would've happened then Is this the end?
I now wish it had occurred during my younger years. Is this the end of it all?

Sometimes I be wakin up at high noon
There are moments when I wake up late in the day, feeling lost and disoriented.

sayin, "Why me Lord?" -- folks thinkin I'ma die soon
During these times, I find myself asking God why I am facing such difficulties, with others believing that my life will be cut short.

I just tell em keep seekin, but when they sleepin
I advise them to continue searching for answers, but in reality, I conceal my true emotions when they are unaware.

I be concealed up in my room, knowin that it could happen
I often hide in my room, fully aware that the predicted event could occur at any moment.

I'm just tryin to maintin, because the future is untold
My primary goal is to endure and persevere, as the future is uncertain and unpredictable.

till the static unfolds that the good die young
I wait until the chaos and uncertainty become clearer, revealing the unfortunate reality that good-hearted individuals often die prematurely.

Please God let a Bad Boy die old
I plea to a higher power, asking God to allow someone who leads a rebellious lifestyle to live a long life.

Do you think I wanna lie cold
Do you think I desire to perish and be left lifeless?

Or better yet have many shots come close to the head
Or would it be preferable to narrowly escape several attempts on my life?

Shirt soaked til it's red
To the point where my shirt is drenched with blood.

The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead
The only response was my friends raising a glass to honor those who have passed away.

Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest
Should I wear a bulletproof vest to alleviate the constant anxiety and find peace in my sleep?

Cause even though I'm blessed in my flesh
Despite the fortunate aspects of my life, such as my physical health,

It all came down to a test
I am ultimately faced with a challenging trial.

A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest
An enemy aims to mark me permanently by inflicting a gunshot wound on my torso.

Now I'm caught up in the mix and I can't do shit
Now I find myself entangled in a dangerous situation, feeling powerless.

but still I can't ride with program, fearing no man
Nevertheless, I refuse to align myself with their agenda, for I possess no fear of any individual.

Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he had slow hands
I quickly enter a vehicle and close the door firmly, fortunate that my assailant was slow in reacting.

But he's still right behind me
However, he continues to pursue me closely.

All these heartless fools is steady comin after my P
Numerous ruthless individuals persist in their relentless pursuit to harm or kill me.

So many phony niggaz lovin to hate Sean
Countless fake individuals deeply enjoy harboring hatred towards me, Sean.

So many cheddar niggaz comin after my cheese
A multitude of individuals, fueled by greed, attempt to seize my wealth and success.

Is it my car that they're losin, are we all for the choosin?
Are they envious of my vehicle or are we all subject to being targets?

Or is it all in confusion? Better yet all an illusion
Perhaps it is all a state of chaos or even a deceptive mirage.

Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin for bruisin
Gunshots echo throughout the hallway, with bullets actively seeking to inflict harm.

Don't let this heartless bastard take my life away
I plead with a higher power not to allow this merciless individual to prematurely end my life.

I don't wanna conceive takin his either
I do not wish to consider causing harm or taking the life of my assailant either.

Dipped into the back and took a breather
I swiftly retreat into the rear area, taking a moment to catch my breath.

Heard steps steady in closin with the bullet skeezer
I become aware of someone steadily approaching, armed with a firearm.

Gotta do somethin, I ain't scared to go but yet my heart is steady pumpin for somethin
I must take action, although I am not afraid to confront danger, my heart races in anticipation.

I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin
I adamantly reject the idea of becoming the target of their violence.

Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin
I need to escape before law enforcement officers open fire.

Bodies start jumpin, wreckin my brain not to try and understand but withstand
People begin to react violently, causing me to struggle with the urge to comprehend the situation rather than just endure it.

is it cause I'm a rich man Or just to try to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand
Are they targeting me because of my wealth, or is their intention solely to oppress and harm a fellow African-American like quicksand?

But no matter what the reason, I don't wanna stop breathin
Regardless of the motive behind their actions, I have no desire to cease living.

There's dreams to fulfill still
I still have aspirations and dreams I want to achieve.

Can't complete em with a still kill
I cannot accomplish them if my life is suddenly cut short by violence.

Face to face with enemies still grill
Despite being in direct confrontation with my adversaries, I maintain a stern and unwavering expression.

Forgive me for the pain I've caused and the sins I've committed
I earnestly ask for forgiveness for the pain and harm I have inflicted upon others, as well as the wrongdoings I have engaged in.

even though I'm not hopin to go
Despite not having a desire to die,

I wish someone would open the do'
I long for someone to come to my aid and open the door, allowing me to escape from this dire situation.

This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow
The assailant has a firm grip on the firearm's trigger, gradually tightening his grasp.

Just, can't, let, go Is this the end?
I simply cannot relinquish my grip on life. Is this truly the end?

I, just, don't, know
I honestly have no answers to these questions.

Wish it would've happened then
I still hold onto the wish that this unfortunate event would have taken place earlier in my life.

Did I just hear a tight jam, now it's on let make my maneuver
Did I just hear an engaging and exciting song? Now it's time to take action and execute my plan.

Hit the alley saw a man in a landcruiser
I enter a narrow passage and spot an individual driving a Land Cruiser.

In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger
He brandishes a Ruger firearm, while sitting comfortably in a Lexus resembling a Luger pistol.

Heard shots from a steel bruiser
I hear the sounds of gunshots coming from a formidable weapon.

Teflon in the seat took a pale stress
There is protective Teflon material lining the car seat, which brings me some relief.

Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest
I sense the intense animosity directed towards me, and I quickly put on a bulletproof vest.

What's wrong with the brakes in the LX?
Why are the brakes malfunctioning in this Lexus vehicle?

Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole
I collide with a light pole, barely avoiding the imminent danger of losing my life.

A car came to the rescue
Fortunately, another car arrives to provide assistance.

I bailed in and said, "Bless you
I quickly enter the vehicle and express my gratitude, saying, "Thank you for your help.

But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?"
However, I can't help but question why this person chose to assist me.

I proceeded to ask him, and he said with a passion
Curiosity getting the best of me, I inquire further, and he responds fervently.

I could never watch a soul die, plus you the man lookin too fly
I could never bear witness to someone's demise, especially someone like you who exudes confidence and style.

But who are you? The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi
But who exactly are you? I am the charismatic individual known as Twista from the cold streets of Chicago.

When the sun's shy gotta keep one eye, nigga I been shot at and stole on
In times of danger, you must remain vigilant, even when the sunlight fades. I have experienced being targeted by gunfire and robbed numerous times.

No protection from one time, only caught for my prime
Lacking any form of police protection, I have only encountered legal trouble during the height of my success.

So I asked the Father what I did so wrong?
Feeling overwhelmed, I plead to God, questioning what actions led me to this unfortunate predicament.

Cause shit it's been hard for me besides chief
To be quite honest, life has been exceptionally difficult for me, even excluding the struggles of addiction.

and the smell of sweet news when the beef brew
I am constantly surrounded by the scent of gossip and rumors, especially when conflicts arise.

Motherfuckers steady ballin but steady fallin
Many individuals project an image of success and prosperity, yet they are consistently facing setbacks and failures.

right in detours, bout to hit my feet soon
They divert from their intended paths, but I am destined for success in the near future.

So I just presume, deep into the rhymes of a rapper
Therefore, I confidently assume that my path lies within the realm of rap music.

Prepare my mind for the capture
I mentally ready myself for the capture of my thoughts and emotions within the confines of my music.

Thinkin Ginuwine like the bachelor
I contemplate and strategize, just as Ginuwine would on the reality show 'The Bachelor'.

But why these niggaz wanna make us into crime with the rapture?
I question why these individuals want to associate us with criminal activities and the chaotic event of the rapture.

Ego for dispersin us, don't even hurt the clutch
Their inflated egos are responsible for dividing us and causing strife, without even understanding the consequences.

Cause he's coldblooded and merciless
Their actions are driven by a lack of remorse and a complete lack of mercy.

Steady bustin shots at both of us, was the strap close to us
They continuously fire bullets towards both myself and my associates, their firearms in close proximity.

Then for survival we both to bust
In order to ensure our survival, both of us start returning fire.

But Renaults get to roast to crush, cause he steady gettin closer
Yet, one of our vehicles becomes engulfed in flames due to the intense collisions, while our enemy is inexorably drawing nearer.

Paranoid like a crackfiend when the gat seen
As the gun becomes visible, my fear and paranoia intensify, resembling the behavior of a crack cocaine addict.

scream when the bullet hit me in the shoulder
I cry out in pain and terror as a bullet strikes me in the shoulder.

Don't wanna die til I get older
I have no desire to die until I have experienced more of life's joys during my older years.

Try to visualize the beholder, he's inconceivable
I attempt to imagine the face of my assailant, but his identity remains unfathomable.

so now my sight is gettin dark a lot
As I lose blood and my condition worsens, my vision becomes increasingly blurry and dim.

Best to step off in this parking lot where them dogs bark a lot
It would be wise to exit the vehicle and seek refuge in the bustling parking lot where loud and fierce dogs may deter our pursuers.

And try to wait until his ma get hot
We should wait until he loses interest or becomes impatient.

I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin
I possess a power to motivate and drive individuals to fight for their survival, regardless of whether they are inherently good or conniving.

You never know when it's your time to leave
No one can predict when their time on this earth will come to an end.

Smokin weed to keep my mind at ease, let's go back to the car
I use marijuana as a means to calm my mind and reduce anxiety. Let's return to the safety of the vehicle.

but wait, I can't find the keys
However, a sudden realization strikes me, as I frantically search but cannot locate the car keys.

Plus we didn't chill long enough, the footsteps are comin close
Moreover, we did not remain in the previous location for a sufficient amount of time, and now the sound of approaching footsteps becomes more pronounced.

Is it one of them unholy men?
Could it be one of those vile and wicked individuals?

With a strap ready to boldly sin
Armed with a weapon and prepared to commit sinful and immoral acts.

Mama told me it was comin, but I wish she woulda told me when
My mother warned me that something tragic would happen, but I now wish she had specified the exact timing of this event.