Bless Their Hearts - Lyrics

Title: Bless Their Hearts
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG

This one is quiet, but it cuts.
A soft rhythm with surgical truth.
It’s what happens when you stop weaponizing your words and start wondering where they’re really aimed.
It’s the moment your gossip turns into grief. Your shade into self-reflection.
It’s what we mean when we say, everything I say about them—it’s me.

This isn’t about swallowing the truth.
It’s about telling a cleaner one.
One that leaves your body intact.

🖋 LYRICS — EVERYTHING I SAY ABOUT THEM

[HOOK]
I’m learning not to talk bad.
Still catch myself in it.
What I say ‘bout them
shows the parts I try to limit.
Bless their hearts.
Let ‘em be.
I’m learning how to witness
without making it about me.

[VERSE 1]
I catch it mid-sentence.
Then I cancel that.
Tongue sharp like habit,
but I take it back.
I used to think venting was clarity—
that calling someone out gave me charity.
But truth is? It’s usually fear.
Usually pain I don’t want near.
They annoyed me? Maybe I was tired.
They lied? Maybe I’m just wired
to see threats where I feel exposed—
so I strike first, before I close.
I judged.
I sighed through my teeth.
Said things in private I’d never repeat.
But now I pause before I project—
ask if what I’m saying is mine to dissect.

[HOOK]
I’m learning not to talk bad.
Still stumble through the thought.
What I say ‘bout them
reveals me—I forgot.
Bless their hearts.
Let ‘em be.
Every word I hold
sets a piece of me free.

[VERSE 2]
They cut me off? Maybe they were scared.
They lied? Maybe they weren’t prepared.
They snapped? Maybe they just lost someone.
Maybe they’re not cruel—just numb.
Maybe their mother just died.
Maybe their body’s in pain.
Maybe they’re stuck in a trauma loop
and their nervous system can't explain.
And here I go, with my version of truth,
throwing shade like I know their youth.
But I don’t. I see a frame.
They live the film. I name the blame.
So I breathe.
I hold.
And when the words rise cold—
I say softly in my mind:
that’s mine. that’s mine. that’s mine.

[BRIDGE]
Someone’s missing their brother.
Someone’s scared to sleep.
Someone just got a diagnosis
they’re trying not to weep.
Someone’s in a breakup.
Someone’s holding weight.
And I judged their face
like I knew their fate.
But I don’t know their story.
I barely know mine.
So when I feel that heat rise—
I try to pause in time.
Everything I say about them—it’s me.
That’s the line I breathe to set me free.

[HOOK]
I’m learning not to talk bad.
Still mess up, still reflect.
What I say ‘bout them
shows in me what I haven’t checked.
Bless their hearts.
Let ‘em be.
I’m learning how to hold
what’s rising inside me.

[VERSE 3]
Sometimes I see a mirror and call it a mask.
Sometimes I speak just to move too fast.
Fast to react. Fast to deflect.
Fast to forget what I still haven’t met.
But I’m learning.
Slower now.
I speak less and ask how.
How clean is this? How real is that?
And when I slip, I say: cancel that.

[FINAL HOOK]
I’m learning not to talk bad.
Still stumble. Still choose.
Every word I bless
is one I don’t lose.
Bless their hearts.
Bless mine too.
I’m learning how to speak
like it all might be true.
Everything I say about them—it’s me.
It’s me. It’s me. It’s me.
Bless their hearts.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?

This song addresses projection, gossip, blame, and the urge to vent instead of feel.
It speaks to people trapped in chronic judgment cycles—hurting others to avoid their own shame.
By the end, it leaves the listener with a cleaner mirror. One that reflects instead of shatters.

Soul Win:
The listener reclaims emotional responsibility without losing discernment.
They feel more honest, less bitter.
They learn to speak without bleeding.

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🖤 CROW BLESSING

May your tongue become a tuning fork.
May your silence hold truth, not tension.
May every word you spare carve open a mirror.
May you speak only what blesses the body.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
Judgment. Gossip. The habit of projecting pain onto others instead of holding it.
This is for the one who vents in private and wonders why the shame doesn’t go away.
It’s for anyone who learned to make other people villains just to avoid meeting their own fear.
This track names the ache behind the insult—and turns it into healing.