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, ya´ll

y´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
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

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, ya´ll

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 been payin close attention to the willie nelson style
like a band of gypsies on the highway while
i´m one man pushin´ on the california skyline drive
up the coast I brag and I boast
i ´m pickin 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
cuz i´m tourin´ 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!"

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, ya´ll
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, ya´ll

see i´m a down home brother, redneck undercover
with my guitar here
i´m ready to play
and i´m s a 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?"

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
curbside prophet now
curbside prophet now
curbside
come on, now
curbside prohet
waiting for my rocket to come...