Curbside Prophet

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

Y’see, it started way back in NYC

When I stole my first rhyme from the mic

At a west end avenue at 63

The beginning of a leap year, February, ’96

With a guitar picked up in the mix

I committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks

Well, look at me now

Look at me now

Look at me now, now, now, now

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Well, you’re never gonna guess where I’ve 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 on the road again

We’ll soon be on the radio dial

And I have been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style

Like a band of gypsies on the highway while

I’m one man pushing’ on the California skyline drive

Up the coast I brag and I boast

I'm picking up my pace and makin' time like space ghost

Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most

Put my cruise control's on coast

'Cause I'm touring' around the nation on extended vacation see

I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation

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

You need a ride? [*Woof*]

Well come on, girl, hop in the truck!"

[Chorus]

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

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

[Verse 3]

See, I'm a down home brother, redneck undercover

With my guitar here, I'm ready to play

And I'ma sucker for a filly

Got a natural ability I'm geared to freestyle

Look at my flexibility

Dangerous at the mike

My ghetto hat's cocked right

The ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy"

The backstage betties taking more than they can get

They say, "What's up with M-R-A-Z?"

[Outro]

He-he-he-hey, hey something's different in my world today

Well, they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

Hey, hey, something's different in my world today

They changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow

I'm just a curbside prophet (Hey, hey something's different in my world today)

Curbside prophet now

Curbside prophet now (Well, they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow)

Curbside

Come on, now

Curbside prophet (Hey, hey something's different in my world today)

Waiting for my rocket, waiting for my rocket to come