A Mind Full Of Whispers

A mind full of whispers My heart full of scripture Music is my frame And words play the picture Let it be Let it breath Let it go Let it free I used a snare at a bascket So formalities are painted Still my voice is seeing vague in I don't know if we don't make it Let it breath Let it be Let it go Let it free Let it be Let it breath 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 Yeah Christmas in August Black months head office A color blind lost We the most star ressurect at us 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 differente space The words are the picture Since I learned to tie my lace Let it breath for a minute Let it free for a minute Yeah before we dump with it I painted a picture so vivid Let it be Let it breath Let it go Let it free Let it be Let it breath 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 Ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah Mundo impuro que hace que pierda la fe Se que tenia un ser Se que la vida si encanta no calma La sed de hombre de poca ni nie De curpo sin alma, tierra sin fruto Nino en guerra, madres en luto Canten, hablen, griten pa' que otro lo canten, Lo valen, lo sienten Let it be Let it breath Let it go LEt it free Let it be Let it breath 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 The words are the picture Music is my frame The words are the picture Let it be Let it breath Let it go Let it free Let it be Let it breath Let it go Let it free