I AM THE RAKE – Lyrics

I AM THE RAKE – Lyrics
Title: I AM THE RAKE
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — I AM THE RAKE
This song was born from breath held too long. It's what happens when generational silence snaps. When rage becomes ritual. When your kid flinches and you choose to change the pattern instead of punish the child.

This is a weapon-song turned garden-tool. A confession sharpened into a vow. The rake is literal. And it’s not. It’s the physical anchor for the scream that never found safe ground. This song is for anyone who’s held their fury too long and turned it inward. For any mother who’s cried in secret after yelling. For anyone who's ever been the floor.

John Sarno taught us pain is unspoken rage. Louise Hay taught us love begins with self-truth. Bashar reminded us emotion is energy in motion. This song channels all three. It's not about parenting perfectly. It's about swinging the rake before the storm swings you.

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

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Parental Rage Really Is
Parental rage is unspoken grief dressed as defense. It's a war drum echoing down the bloodline. It grabs your throat and clutches your fists because no one ever showed you where to put the pain. The rake becomes the exile of that fury. It gives shape to the shapeless scream. The body flinches because it remembers the unspoken rule: anger isn’t safe.

But anger is holy. And the rake is its altar.

When your nervous system holds the line too long, it cracks. This song is the crack. And through it? Light. Breath. A vow.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
"I swing the rake so love can stay."

🕧️ Ritual: The Rake Return

1. Place one hand on your heart. The other on your belly. Breathe in slow.

2. Exhale through your mouth like a gust of wind. Picture a rake in your hands.

3. Whisper: "This is my fire. This is my line."

4. Drag your hands through the air as if raking. Let sound follow. Hiss. Growl. Sob.

5. Repeat the affirmation: "I swing the rake so love can stay."

CROW TRUTH
The ones who broke you gave you silence.
The rake gives it back.
Swing it loud.
Return with love.
And stay.

🕋 LYRICS — I AM THE RAKE

[Intro - Whispered, layered with breath loops]
I didn’t scream at him.
I screamed for him.
I chose the rake.
So he wouldn’t have to carry me.

[Verse 1 – Confession + Rage Spark]
Yeah—I yelled before.
I've snapped. I've roared.
Once I pushed him down, couldn’t take one more.
Tiny fists, tiny feet, throwing pain at my core—
I was there to hold space, but I became the floor.
He kept hitting, I kept flinching.
Backed into corners with no exit, no witness.
Didn't know yet that I could walk out.
I didn’t want to punish him either.
Thought being strong meant staying in the fallout.
Heartbeat in my ears, breath like blades.
I became a target in a toddler crusade.
And yeah—it broke me to break.
But now I wake.
Now I rake.

[Pre-Chorus – Chanty build with static]
Circle cast.
Angels near.
I call the Earth.
I make it clear.
I choose this tool.
I own this state.
I’m not a mess.
I’m the rake.

[Chorus – Full scream voice layered over hook]
I am the rake—I don’t break down, I break ground.
I swing so I don’t scream in the background.
I hit dirt so I don’t hit shame.
Take the pain, move the flame.
Let it out so love can stay.
I swing the rage so I can kiss his face.
I rake the earth so I don’t erase.
I scream it raw so he sees me brave.
I am the rake.
I am the rake.

[Verse 2 – Reframe + Restraint]
Used to clench my jaw like a saint in disguise.
Now I spit prayers in sweat and cries.
This is ritual. This is restraint.
Swing a rake, not a word that’ll stain.
Protection cast. I seal my space.
Circle and Cross. I mark the place.
It’s not violence, it’s a valve.
My sacred howl. My sacred howl.
I got yelled at, I got ignored.
Now I exhale what they stored.
My child doesn’t hold my grief.
I plant it deep with my own belief.
He watches me walk back in with calm.
Sees my storm, still trusts my palm.

[Bridge – Spoken, breaking form, trembling voice]
I don’t want to scare him.
I’ve done that.
I’ve watched him flinch.
I’ve felt that knife twist.
So now I scream at the ground—
So he can stay soft.
I choose the rake...
...because I used to feel like one.
Bent. Scraping. Pulled across everyone else’s mess.
So I choose it now.
Not to be it.
But to swing it.
With Will.

[Chorus – Full volume, scream doubled with melodic echo]
I am the rake—I don’t break down, I break ground.
I swing so I don’t scream in the background.
I hit dirt so I don’t hit shame.
Take the pain, move the flame.
Let it out so love can stay.
I swing the rage so I can kiss his face.
I rake the earth so I don’t erase.
I scream it raw so he sees me brave.
I am the rake.
I am the rake.

[Outro – Soft and slow, breath loop returns]
I didn’t scream at him.
I screamed for him.
I screamed to protect the future.
I raked the past.
I broke the chain.
I made it sacred.
I made it mine.
(Whispered fade)
I am the rake.
I feel my rage.
I come back with love.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
The shame of yelling at your child. The terror of becoming the very parent you swore you’d never be. The frozen guilt after you shout, the flinch in their eyes, the question—“Did I just pass down the wound?”

This blog is for the parent who has cried behind a locked door, who felt like a monster, who needed a valve and didn’t have one. It’s for the mother who chose the rake, the father who screamed at the dirt, the human who returned softer.
The soul win? A new path. A visible ritual. A way to turn rupture into repair.