Pedro Manuel - Pan Fried Noodles

A woke mind still blind to the vision
Hit of OG Kush got me pushing like a vet
I'm too blunt they say or am I tripping
Oh bet say less I won't talk just listen
I wonder you got more say my guess
That you don't know so I just do it like a check
Cash flow and gospel is how I'm written in it
Jesus Christ got em singing like its dinner in it
Wake up alarm sergeant how I'm drilling with it
Alone on my path how I been feeling with it
Take em down to the wok and put on a skillet with em
Pan fried noodles and veggies with the chicken in it
Chef p been on vacation chilling and so I looked into my future and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By the time this drops the results been out
And I wish love for the families I been around
Even the ones that hate me from downtown
I only want love for my friends and family
But where's any for myself no it can't be
Going crazy like Kanye with a MAGA hat
My homies told me to chill and be relaxed
So I told em life isn't real
Bittie told me the saddest always are the smartest
And some how my ass just got the farthest
Two weeks ago I had a thought of killing myself
Would I go to heaven or hell who knows
I rather be all the way up in Pluto
My mind flips like a butterfly knife
Late night so I think twice about my decisions
And they might question my pigment
Precision on my flow like an AR
Those ain't bags on my eyes those are battle scars
So these days I'm on DND on the phone
Cut my Afro off to show I don't give fuck
Boutta be in my matrix so just leave me alone
Call me Morpheus got a blue pill in my red cup

Written by:
Pedro Figueroa

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