Make Me Worse - Kings of the City

Mother, there’s a side to me you don’t know

Different to the child with the smile in your photos

Made some decisions

Some wrong, some right

Now strangers call my number when I’m sleeping at night

But they’re sinners too

And they’ll only make me worse

Don’t let me go

And roll away like a penny down a hole in the road

Like a fallen angel

I seek refuge in the valley of lonesome souls

With tales told of those taken from those of broken homes

I smoke the chung while my heart bleeds burgundy

Stuck on the title page, still yearning to turn the sheet

Observing the worst deceit

This book of lies got me shook of life

Still picturing crooked ties

I must’ve mistook for right

Getting nicked again and again

Whether the venom is peng

It severs several levels in head

But for some reason, I’m several levels ahead of these

Sheep and cattle, wannabes, wannabe street and battle

But many die in war, that’s a fact

In the pursuit of glory, men will attack intact no looking back

Bang!

That’s the sound of the cell door slam

In this hell is where they wanna dwell more, man

Criminal antics with villains that bang clips in nang whips

No bank slips just banquets with so much food!

Mother, there’s a side to me you don’t know

Different to the child with the smile in your photo

Made some decisions

Some wrong, some right

Now strangers call my number when I’m sleeping at night

But they’re sinners too

And they’ll only make me worse

Don’t let me go

And roll away like a penny down a hole in the road

Bumped into the devil up at the crossroads

Searching for lost souls

Picking them up in bulk like Costco’s

And whoever’s written my life movie

Done gave me some plot holes

But made me sharp enough so I clocked those

The times it was too late

The penny just dropped slow

People are scared when they shoot the sheriff

But not when they shot Os

And that’s how far you go

To cop those designer jeans

And it’s a no-brainer when you got these mindless needs

You mix in the anger inside these teens

With no parental guidance in the script

All you’ll get is violent scenes

In the community

Want them to hear opportunity knock

They can’t even see the opportunity

Ain’t got the eyes for it

But got the hunger into destruction, they might pour it

They can’t afford the cost but who’s paying the price for it

And is it all worth it

Cause at the end of day, nobody’s all perfect

Mother, there’s a side to me you don’t know

Different to the child with the smile in your photos

Made some decisions

Some wrong, some right

Now strangers call my number when I’m sleeping at night

But they’re sinners too

And they’ll only make me worse

Don’t let (don't let) me go

And roll away like a penny down a hole in the road

But they’re sinners too

But they’re sinners too

But they’re sinners too

But they’re sinners too