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