✦ THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH ✦ – Lyrics

Title: The Only Way Out is Through
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH
This is not just a birth story. It’s a holy detonation. A funeral for certainty. A raw-breathed spell for the mothers who roared through fear and found themselves crowning.

The song honors the terror-laced silence that lingers in the unknown. It is breath before the push, a ritual whispered in motel tubs and plastic drop cloths. It doesn’t romanticize pain—it transmutes it. This is what contraction sounds like. This is what sovereignty feels like.

The moment everything split? That’s where the song begins. Because the way out isn’t soft. It isn’t clean. But it’s true. And if you listen close, you’ll hear Bashar, Sarno, even Louise Hay in the rhythm—each voice teaching us that the body doesn’t betray. It reveals. It completes the rite.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the body-spell ritual and breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Labor Really Is
This song is about labor, yes. But not just childbirth. Any threshold. Any sacred rupture. Labor is the moment the soul gets too big for the shape it’s in.

It’s not pain—it’s pressure. It’s not fear—it’s memory surfacing. The tremble, the breath, the roar? Those are exorcisms. The cervix opens like a halo made of scar and starlight. The body doesn’t need rescue. It needs room.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
“The only way out is through.”

🕯️ Ritual: ROAR WINDOW
First step: Place your palm on your lower belly. Inhale slow. Feel the rise.

Second step: Open your jaw. Let your mouth shape a silent O. Then exhale with sound.

Whisper: “I open. I flower. This is the hour.”

Let your body sway. Let your hands tremble. Let your voice rise.

Repeat: “The only way out is through.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH
You are not broken. You are being born.
Pain is not punishment. It is passage.
The gods didn’t abandon you.
They made room.
So you could enter.

🕋 LYRICS — THE ONLY WAY OUT IS THROUGH

Intro –
It started with a twitch. Not pain, just pull—
like my body rehearsed with the quiet of full.
I said, “I’m not sure if this is one,”
but he looked at my lip and said, “It’s begun.”

Hook –
The only way out is through.
The only way out is through.
(rise in breath + tone)
Breathe in, roar, push truth through.
The only way out is through.

Verse 1 –
One wave. Then two.
Tight thread, pulled through.
Is this real? Or just a shake?
Is my body testing what it can take?

Verse 2 –
He brought water. Stayed in place.
Watched the sweat collect on my face.
When I shook my head, he met my eyes.
Said, “You’re doing it.” I said, “I’m terrified.”
(pause beat)
He told me, “You don’t need to believe.
You just need to breathe.”

Bridge –
I open. I flower.
This is the hour.
The only way out is through.

Verse 3 –
The tub’s black rim. Mold-stained steam.
I sank inside between each scream.
He breathed for me—deep and slow.
I tried to catch it, let it flow.
But if I waited, it hit too fast.
Pain would grab me, hard and vast.
I said, “I don’t know how to do this.”
He nodded, steady. Held my wrists.

Verse 4 –
He whispered affirmations, soft and real.
I repeated them through fire and steel.
(grow louder)
I roared each one like battle prayer.
My throat was smoke. My ribs were air.
The app said, “Go to the hospital” then.
But I shook my head. This wasn’t the end.
He said, “You’re not sick. You’re holy.”
I cracked in half, but wholly.
I looked at him, lion-breathed.
That was the last moment we were two, not three.

Hook –
The only way out is through.
The only way out is through.
ROAR like a god. Cry like truth.
The only way out is through.

Verse 5 –
I stood up.
The water hit my back like a curse and a kiss.
I cracked the window.
Let the neighbors hear this.
I stopped breathing. It hurt too much.
He caught my silence with his touch.
I screamed like thunder in motel pipes.
With blood in my mouth. With holy fright.
I screamed through the crack where mothers are made.
Then—
SPLASH.
A water balloon hits the floor.
He shouted,
“There’s the bloody show!”

Verse 6 –
He ran to the tarp. Threw it down fast.
Brown plastic. Cushion. Makeshift mast.
I stepped out dripping. A body reborn.
Still roaring. Still storm.
I dropped to all fours. My ribs let go.
My spine lit up like an ancient code.
I screamed. The ceiling cracked.
He knelt behind me, spine intact.

Bridge –
Breathe.
Roar.
Push.
Bleed.
305 is all I need.

Verse 7 –
I yelled, “His head!” and pushed him down.
So still. So gray. No sound.
“Turn him!” I said. Blood in my hair.
Lightning legs. He’s nearly there.

Verse 8 –
He caught our son. His hands shook.
But he held steady. I couldn’t look.
“He’s not breathing,” he said. And flipped him flat.
I cried, “Come back.” He patted. He spat.
He called him back with hands and name.
And then—he cried into the flame.

Final Hook –
The only way out is through.
The only way out is through.
The gods stood still. The room turned blue.
The only way out is through.

Outro –
(quiet breath, trance fade-out)
We were born too.
305…
305…
305…
(final breath – soft exhale)
Thank you.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
This piece speaks to the ones who gave birth while holding their breath. Who were told to be calm while splitting in two. It’s for the ones still haunted by a scream they swallowed. The reader walks away feeling like survival is sacred—not shameful—and their body was the altar all along.

✨ Soul Win:
You didn’t fail. You transformed. You didn’t get broken—you got forged. And the crow was there to witness.