The Monster on 9th and Curb

You crawl out of bed.
You wipe the sleep from your eyes.
You can't hear whats being said.

You sat on down, you ate your beans.
You failed your mind, you beat your teens.
And all that it stands for,

Is just what its all for,
Just answer me:
You monster on 9th ave.

You turn the big beat,
You made the big buck,
You got your cut of meat,
You big stupid...

schmuck.

The peace is broke...
You got all wide eyed crazy,
All you want is smoke,

And all it ever meant to you,
is your life.
You
Monster.

So you went to bed,
all teary eyed.
Your money, it can't buy love.
Your gas, it ain't free.
Your blood, it ain't gas.
Your arrogance,
it don't make right.

The right thing.

So you wake up,
In the middle of the night.
You can taste blood,
and you know it ain't
right.

So you go downtown,
to face the one,
the one who did all this to you,
yeah, you're the one.

So what do you do?
Do you sing or do you preach?
Do you eat or do you sleep?
Do you fight or do you fall?

You don't, all you have to do is think,
To beat the
Monster on 9th ave.





Thanks for reading. This is an original piece of mine, created on the spot. I dedicate it to those who break the mold and rise above their own chains. I know I'm an ass poet, and an even worse songwriter, but I felt I should at least try. Baby, this one's for you too.

Good night.