CunninLynguists - Nothing to Give (live) lyrics

Cunninlynguists Nothing to Give Lyrics Been, down. Been down Late at night, what's gone wrong? Been down. Been, down Late at night the bad don't seem so wrong (Hook) When night falls and all lights off You'll get robbed where I live Crooks and robbers, villains and mobster The nights got nothing to give Whats gone wrong, when? Late at night n***as be stealing, when? Late at night n***as be k**ing, why? Because late at night, the bad don't seem so wrong (Verse 1: Natti) Nightfall is curtain call for underhanded theatrics Slugs travel through gun barrels From hands that had practice While rapist take the darkness And make alleys they mattress Jonesin' junkies twitchin among hookers with coochies itchin Spreadin disease, spreadin they knees in different positions In the abyss is children that get lost in the mix Gunned down for fresh kicks or oppostie colored fits Its demons brewed lewd manners behind tints "Whats gone wrong?" People sitting in position to help with distorted views Only experience doeses of night that's on the news Or BET showing the glamour without the blues Or MTV helping you pick out Jessica's shoes Just construes how you're living, confusing your vision Nights a politician because only the truth is what's missing Dirty cops fight crime with dirtier ammunition The night's salivating waiting for me to finish spittin (Hook) (Verse 2: Deacon) When them lights low and ain't no night glow from the moon Scoundrels run towns, no hounds to hunt them down Keep your sight low and get your life stole by some goons Swindlers injure you, a criminal's heart's miniature Men in the dark paint sinister art in the park Son of the morning star? Stringing hearts like a harp Playing melodies of jealousy, felonies strummed by Hell and it's philharmonic, bewitching our young guys "Whats Gone Wrong?" We no longer seek light to give us power That voice gets hushed by the rush of the Witching Hour The touch of the wicked cowards that lurk in the dusk In even-tide, heathens rise, searching for bucks Anonymous and corrupt, a**ure obscurity In a spell under it's viel, an impure security We love it in our spirits 'cause we're s**ers for lust Most even f** in it, we're too ashamed to be just (Hook) (x2)