Curbside Prophet

(album: Tonight Not Again: Live At The Eagles Ballroom - 2004)

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

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

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, 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 making 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!"

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

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?"

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 prophet
Waiting for my rocket, waiting for my rocket to come