A Mind Full of Whispers

A mind full of whispers
A heart full of scripture
Music is my frame
And words paint the picture

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

I used a snare and a bass kit
So formalities are painted
Still my verses seem vacant
I don't know if we don't make it

Let it breathe
Let it be
Let it go
Let it free

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

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Yeah
Christmas in August
Black months head office
A color blind lost
We the most star resurrect hardest
Step aside
You're blocking my thousand splendid sunshine
Never mind, it's a twine
Rappers looking for punchlines

Music is my frame
Different minds, different space
The words are the picture
Since I learned to tie my lace
Let it breathe for a minute
Let it free for a minute
Yeah before we dump with it
I've painted a picture so vivid

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Music is my frame
The words are the picture

Mundo impuro que hace que pierda la fe
Fe que tenia en un ser
Se que la vida sin canto no calma la sed
De hombre de poca niñez
De cuerpo sin alma, tierra sin fruto
Niño en guerra, madres en luto
Canten, hablen, griten pa' que otro lo canten
Lo bailen, lo citen

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

Music is my frame
And words are the picture
Music is my frame
Words are the picture

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free

Let it be
Let it breathe
Let it go
Let it free