Nothing to Give

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 mobsters
The night?s got nothing to give
What?s gone wrong, when? Late at night
Niggaz be stealin, when? Late at night
Niggaz be killin, Why?
?Cause 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?s had practice
While rapists 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 the children that get lost in the mix
Gunned down for fresh kicks or opposite colored fits
It?s demons that brewed lewd manners behind tints
?What?s gone wrong? ?
People sittin in position to help with distorted views
Only experience doses 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 livin, confusin your vision
Night?s a politician ?cause only the truth is what?s missin
Dirty cops fight crime with dirtier ammunition
The night?s salivatin 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 em down
Keep yo sight low and get your life stole by some goons
Swindlers injure ya, a criminal?s heart?s miniature
Men in the dark paint sinister art in the park
Son of the morning star? Stringin hearts like a harp
Playing melodies of jealousy, felonies strummed by
Hell and it?s philharmonic, bewitching our young guys
?What?s 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 ride, searching for bucks
Anonymous and corrupt, assure obscurity
In a spell under it?s viel, an impure security
We love it in our spirits ?cause we?re suckers for lust
Most even fuck in it, we?re too ashamed to be just

[Hook] (x2)