(Verse 1). I got my start on the street. With the monkey next to me he’ll. Shake your hand for a dollar. If you’re nice kiss your cheek. To my left I can see. Chinese flipping bowls on their heads from their feet. Yo. Strolling on the scene. Are my arch-enemies. Break-dancers take your crowd your girl your money. Balloon man’s telling me to turn down please. And the psychic agrees. I begin to see that. Oh I’m home I’m right where I belong. And there’s no where else that I’d rather be. (Chorus). Because those moments on the street. When crowd would rock with me. I felt like the biggest man the biggest man in Los Angeles. You see all I really need. Are some ears to hear me dream. I feel like the biggest man the biggest man in Los Angeles. Standing on the street yeah. Just standing on the street. (Verse 2). Trombone cuts deep through the crowd doing Motown moves. With his hat tucked down. A belly dancer passes the tip jar around. And the men are confused slightly aroused. Muslims Christians preaching wishing. I would shut up so the people could listen. Supposed to cut through all this noise. With my little voice I begin to see that. Oh I’m home I’m right where I belong. And there’s no where else that I’d rather be. (chorus). And the day goes dark. I pack my car. Stare out at the ocean. Take some time. A quiet smile. Let it all just soak in. (chorus) x2