Curbside Prophet

I’m just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket to come

I’m just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket y'all

You see it started way back in NYC

When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C

At a west end avenue at 63

It's the beginning of a leap year February ‘96

win a guitar picked it up in the mix

I committed to the licks a like a nickel bag of tricks

Well Look at me now

Look at me now

Look at me now, now, now, now

I’m just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket to come

I’m just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket y'all

Well then you’re never gonna guess

where I been been been

And I have no regrets that I bet my whole checking account

Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end

Well you can only count that “On The Road Again”

Will soon be on my radio dial

And I been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a band of gypsies on the highway wild

I’m a one-man mission on the California skyline

Drive up the coast and I brag and I boast

because I’m picking up my pace, I'm makin' time like Space Ghost

Raising a toast to the highway patrol at the most

But my cruise control’s on coast

Cause I’m tourin’ around the nation on extended vacation

See I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitations

I say, “I like your style crazy pound pup!

You need a ride? well come on girl hop in the truck"

With the curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket to come

I’m just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and I’m waiting for my rocket y'all

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket to come on

i'm just a curbside prophet

with my hand in my pocket

and i'm waiting for my rocket y'all

See I’m a down-home brother red-neck undercover

With my guitar here I’m ready to play

And I’m a sucker for philly got a natural ability

geared to freestyle look at my flexibility

Dangerous on the MIC

My ghetto hat's cocked right

All the ladies say,

“Yo, that kid is CRAZY!”

We got the backstage Betties takin’ more than they can get

They say, “whats up with M-R-A-Z?"

Hey hey hey! Somethin’s different in my world today

Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow

Hey hey hey! Somethin’s different in my world today

Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow

I'm just a Curbside Prophet love,

a Curbside Prophet love,

a Curbside Prophet love,

a Curbside Prophet love,

a Curbside Prophet love,

And I'm waitin'for my rocket

I said a waitin' for my rocket to come now