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
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Awareness is the key to longevity I believe; knowing what’s good for you and what’s harmful in the long run, and what presently improves your peace of mind and state of well being. I do plenty of things that doctors would consider to be a major risk to my health, but I’m happy as a clam doing so, which in a metaphysical viewpoint, actually makes me a more healthy human being. I would consider riding in cars to be a health risk. Anyone can get a license (Adam King) and drive at whatever speed they see fit and at anytime, my own vehicle could collide with any other and that would be it. Good-bye cool world, thanks for the Coke. And with this brooding mystery of when and how we’ll cross over, a question that dons our minds from time to time, I like to know I’m living each day as if it were the last, aside from the few things I would do should I ever find out it is my last day. One thing I would do is sky dive. That looks fun. I would also like to surf naked as well as streak my local grocery store. The lighting is really nice in there after they remodeled the place. I think it would be flattering to my figure. I’d also like to cuddle a Panda bear. I know it’s probably unsafe, but it is after all my last day of existence and they’re so darned cute it pains me that I can’t go near them. In a similar vain I’d like to surf on the back of a whale like they do at Sea World. That also looks really fun.
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 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 (hey)
Well then you’ll never da never da guess what 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 close attention to the Willie Nelson style Like a band of gypsies on the highway wild As I’m a one-man mission on the California skyline Drive up the coast I brag and I boast because I’m picking up my pace, I’m makin’ time like Space Ghost Raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most But my cruise control’s on coast Cause 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!”
With the 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 red-neck undercover With my guitar here I’m ready to play And I’m a sucker for philly got a natural ability Geared to free-style look at my flexibility Dangerous on the MIC My ghetto hat’s cocked right All the ladies say, “Yo, that kid is CRAZY!” We got the backstage Bettys takin’ more than they can get They say, “Whats up with M-R-A-Z?!” hey hey hey
Hey hey Somethin’s different in my world today Well they changed my traffic signs to a brighter yellow(repeat)
I’m just a Curbside Prophet love, (Repeat 6x) And Imma waitin’for my rocket I said a waitin’ for my rocket to come