Ripple - Lyrics

Title: Ripple
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
📱 TikTok: @louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — RIPPLE

This piece was built in fire. I wrote it with a cracked voice and a shaking spine. “Ripple” came after a long walk with both God and the Devil—after I stopped trying to choose between them, and started listening to what they both reveal.

This isn’t a hymn. It’s a threshold. It’s for the ones who carried their pain like a secret scripture. It’s for the ones who saw Christ in a scream and the Devil in a mirror—and knew both were holy. The truth lives in the contrast. The light needs the wound. Ascension demands descent.

This song is part Sarno, part scripture, part exorcism. It's Jesus flipping tables. It's your rage as a teacher. It’s what happens when you stop needing to be saved and start naming the power that grief left behind. No more shrinking. No more masks. Just truth. Just fire. Just you, walking yourself home.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What “Ripple” Really Is

Rage is truth in compression. Grief is love with nowhere to go. The ripple is what happens when your body stops lying.

This song lives in the nervous system. It’s the tremble in your chest before you speak. The pressure in your throat that begs to release. The holy scream stored in the spine. "Ripple" is the moment you stop contorting for love and let your ache name itself out loud.

You don’t ascend by bypassing the dark. You rise by walking through it—barefoot, aware, unafraid to bleed a little on the altar. This song says: the wound is where you begin. The Devil is the part that protected you. Christ is the breath that brings you back.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:

“I carry both.
The scream. The crown.
I name the fire.
I ripple now.”

🖤 CROW TRUTH

The pain wasn’t a punishment.
It was the forge.
You are the proof.
You are the gate.
Ripple out.

🖋 LYRICS — RIPPLE

[Verse]
The Devil’s got archives. Hard drives. Blood-signed.
Every scream you swallowed, locked in a timeline.
Every pact made when the pain hit deep,
Wears your face in the dark where no one can see.
It’s not punishment. It’s protection mode.
That’s trauma’s fingerprint. That’s oath in code.

[Verse]
If Christ is light, it means I glow too.
If he walked on water, then I walk through.
He said we’d do even greater than he—
So why we are still kneeling like we aren’t free?
Christ isn’t a gate, he’s a mirror flash.
Showing what lives under all that ash.
He didn’t come back to erase your rage,
He came to say: “It’s holy. It’s a stage.”
He flipped the tables, screamed in the sand.
Bled in public. Touched with his hands.
Told the outcasts, “You're the plan.”
He wasn’t a savior—he was a man.
[Hook]
I am not the rescue.
I am the ripple.
I don't fix the wound.
I make it visible.
I don’t hold the map.
I am the middle.
I sing what breaks—
Then make it biblical.
[Verse]
He touched the sick and said, “You’re clean.”
He met the damned and made them seen.
Jesus leads you to the glass.
The Devil stands there, mouth like ash.
Jesus says: “You’re ready now.”
Devil says: “Then make the vow.”
Take the blade. Don’t turn and run.
Shine so the dark can face the sun.
Without the Devil, Jesus floats.
Without the Christ, the Devil chokes.
One holds love and one holds truth.
You need them both to walk your root.

[Bridge]
What if the Devil was your locked throat,
And Christ was your breath?
What if both were mirrors—
One of fire, one of depth?
What if all this time you weren’t meant to choose,
But witness yourself through every bruise?
I don’t erase. I amplify.
I walk with truth until it cries.
I let the scream be heard, not fixed.
I carry pain like crucifix.
But I’m no martyr. I don’t bleed sweet.
I stomp the floor with a bare-tooth beat.
The ripple doesn’t beg or fake.
It tells the water: RISE. Then quake.
You cannot ascend without descent.
Can’t speak of light when your rage’s still pent.
You can't make peace with a mask still on—
Gotta meet the wound where the voice went wrong.

[Verse]
I don’t quote scripture. I quote scars.
I don’t preach light. I speak from stars.
Didn’t study every name,
But I bled in every kind of flame.
Spoke with the Devil in motel rain,
Saw Christ in a mother with morphine veins.
I got kissed by shame with her lipstick smeared—
I saw God in a junkie’s child.
Truth isn’t clean. It’s carved through mess.
You don't reach heaven by skipping the flesh.

[Verse]
They say: turn the other cheek.
But he didn’t say stay weak.
He said wake. He said feed.
He said get up when the body bleeds.
He didn’t say shrink. He didn’t say hide.
He walked through hell with his arms open wide.
I’m not here to play Messiah.
I’m just here to name the fire.
Let every wound be loud and clear.
You are the temple. You belong here.

[Hook]
I am not the rescue.
I am the ripple.
I don't fix the wound.
I make it visible.
I don’t hold the map.
I am the middle.
I sing what breaks—
Then make it biblical.

[Verse]
I saw the path. I reached the shore.
But I heard the weeping from those before.
So I turned around, and lit a flame.
I hold the gate with steady hands.
I walk with those who couldn’t stand.
And every breath becomes the bell
A way to rise. A way to tell.

[Bridge]
I felt the tremor in the glass,
A voice I never meant to ask
Said: ‘Pick a side, or watch it break.
But both were blades, and I loved the ache
I found the devil in the hunger pit
The blackened part I used to quit
He grinned and said, ‘You summoned me.
I wept, ‘I’m here to set you free.
Jesus walked with holes inside his hands,
Not to shame, but understand.
He didn’t ask to be adored—
Just touched the wound and showed the door.
You carry the mirror now.
You ripple because you touched both shores.
[Verse]
I used to hush the heat I felt,
Now I spit truth the steel can’t melt.
I’m done with “save me”—done with “why.”
I’m here to teach the storm to fly.
Christ expands. Devil compresses.
One says bless it. One says press this.
One says open. One says hold.
One loves soft. One guards bold.
Christ is the breath. Devil’s the chest.
[Bridge]
He’s loyal, twisted—faithful to the ache.
Built that cage for your own heartbreak.
Jesus flipped tables—so break the mold.
He burned through lies—so speak it bold.
He cast out thieves—so guard your gate.
He spoke through masks—so call out fake.
He walked through death—so stand, don’t fold.
The cross was fire. Your spine’s pure gold.
He fed the crowd without fixing their pain.
You can love without holding their shame.

[Outro]
So I walk.
One foot in fire. One in forgiveness.
I carry both.
The crown. The scream.
The ripple begins again.
I’m not the lamb they tied to stake—
I’m teeth in bloom, I’m flame awake.
[Outro spoken]
Light in my knuckles, ash on my tongue,
Heaven isn’t holy without where I’m from.
  The part I feared was holy. The one I hid was God.