I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket y'all
See it started
Way back in N Y C
When I stole my first rhyme
From the M I C
At a west end avenue
At sixty-three
lt's the beginning of a leap year
February ninety-six
When a guitar picked
It up in the mix
I committed to the licks
Like a nickel back of tricks
Well look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
Now now
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket y'all
Well then you're never ta
Never to guess
What I've been been been
And I have no regrets
That I bet my whole
Checking account
Because it all amounts
To nothin' up in the end
Well you can only count it
On the road again
We'll soon be on my radio dial
I'll be payin' close attention
To the Willie Nelson style
Like a a band of gypsies
On the highway wild
'Cause I'm one man wishin'
On the California skyline
Drive up the coast
I brag and I boast
Because I'm pickin' up a pace
That makein' time like space ghost
Raisin' a toast to the
Highway patrol with the most
But my cruise control's on coast
'Cause I'm tourin'
Around the nation
On an 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 your curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket to come
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket y'all
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket to come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
With my hand in my pocket
And I'm waitin'
For my rocket y'all
See I'm a down home brother
Redneck undercover
With my guitar here
I'm ready to play
And I'm a sucker for a filly
Got a natural ability
Geared to freestyle
Look at my flexibility
Dangerous on the mike
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 what's up with m-r-a-z
Well hey hey hey
Ah hey something's different
In my world today
Well they changed my traffic signs
To a brighter yellow
Hey hey somethin's different
In my world today
Well they changed my traffic signs
To a brighter yellow
I'm just a curbside
Brother love
A curbside brother love
A curbside brother love
A curbside oh
Come on
I'm just a curbside prophet
Hey waitin' for my rocket
Said waitin'
For my rocket to come
Now curbside prophet