Trap Meets Mariposa

(hummmm) Walking through the streets with a fire in my chest

Memories of home

calling from the past

Handpan echoes in the quiet of the dawn

Ukulele strums healing what was torn

Rise up with the beat that carries my soul

Latin heart beating

wild and bold

Ukulele and handpan

guiding the way

Through the trap and the struggle we stay

Stories from the islands woven in my words

Battles fought silently

without any swords

Every note from the strings

lifts me higher

Finding peace in the

rhythm of the fire

Rise up with the beat that carries my soul

Latin heart beating wild and bold

Ukulele and handpan

guiding the way

Through the trap

and the struggle we stay

In the

silence I find my true voice

Playing these sounds that make my heart rejoice (ahhhh)