LOUDER - Lyrics

Title: LOUDER
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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This is a throat spell. A rage anthem. A reclamation rite for every quiet kid who flinched instead of screamed. LOUDER is for the ones who lost their voices in systems that demanded their silence. It’s not about volume. It’s about return. It’s what happens when the words come back—and this time, they don’t ask permission.

This track hums with somatic healing, nervous system memory, and holy defiance. It's a scream spell. A shake spell. A primal rite.
This isn’t noise. This is claim.
This isn’t anger. This is arrival.

🖋 LYRICS — LOUDER
(INTRO )
Been quiet long enough.
Kept my mouth shut so no one got upset.
Sat on my hands. Bit my tongue.
Nodded along while my power went numb.
But I’m done with the swallowing. Done with the ache.
This throat is a fire I refuse to fake.
I was polite while it burned in my chest.
Now I speak like I’m clearing the rest.

(HOOK )
Think I’m loud? I’m just getting started.
Breakin’ out of the body I guarded.
Voice like flame, breath bombarded.
This time... I didn’t ask the world for pardon.
LOUDER — when I speak without asking.
LOUDER — when I don’t make it pretty.
LOUDER — when my hands start shaking.
LOUDER — when I talk through pity.
I breathe deep. I drop my shoulders.
Say the thing, even when it stutters.
Think that’s loud? I’m just warming up.
LOUDER — ‘til the room adjusts.

(VERSE 1)
Been quiet all my life—like it kept me safe.
Throat locked up like a rusted gate.
Learned real fast how to disappear.
Be soft. Be nice. Be nowhere near.
“Too much” gets cut. “Too loud” gets moved.
So I swallowed my truth and played it smooth.
So I bit my tongue, held my face.
Bees in my head every time I braced.
I learned to shrink. They told me to smile.
I disappeared in silence for a while.
Now I talk to mirrors. Now I hum in cars.
Now I growl like thunder just to hear my scars.
My voice isn’t perfect. It isn’t polished clean.
But it shows up raw — and that’s holy to me.
I don’t need a script. I don’t need a stage.
I just need a second with nothing caged.
This mouth is a flare. This tongue is a flare gun.
I don't know where I'm going, but I won't stay undone.

(VERSE 2 )
Start with a hum. Ugly and true.
Open the jaw. Let the sound come through.
Don’t shape it—just let it rise.
Let it all hit—don’t mute the ache.
Say my name. Even if it breaks.
Write it down. Let the silence quake.
Stomp the floor. Bite the sky.
Every sound I make is how I try.
Croak in water. Scream in wind.
Let the noise come back again.
Not about pretty. Not about pitch.
It’s about showing up in every glitch.
This is what healing sounds like when it’s mad.
This is what claiming space sounds like when you never had.
It’s jagged. It’s loud. It’s cracked at the edge.
And I’m speaking it all ‘til I’ve broken the wedge.

(BRIDGE )
I speak.
I burn.
I shake.
I turn.
I scream.
I stay.
I’m done.
I say—
(whisper) I don’t explain.
I don’t return.
I don’t explain.
I don’t return.
(scream-rise) I get…
LOUDER.

(HOOK)
Think I’m loud? I’m just getting started.
Broke out of the box they charted.
Voice like brass. Hands uncharted.
I didn’t ask to be disarmed — I darted.
LOUDER — when I speak without asking.
LOUDER — when I don’t make it pretty.
LOUDER — when my hands start shaking.
LOUDER — when I talk through pity.
I breathe deep. I drop my shoulders.
Say the thing, even when it stutters.
Think that’s loud? I’m just warming up.
LOUDER — ‘til the room adjusts.

(VERSE 3)
This isn’t noise. This is claim.
This is me saying I won’t stay the same.
Future me? She’s loud in her love.
Walks into rooms and doesn’t look up.
Laughs from the belly. Sings in lines.
Dances in public. Speaks what’s mine.
Doesn’t lower her voice for their pride.
Doesn’t rehearse — she rides her vibe.
Talks to the wind. Says “no” without spin.
Curses in season. Smiles like sin.
No shrinking. No freeze. No lie in her breath.
She’s loud. She’s real. She’s risen from death.

(FINAL HOOK)
LOUDER.
LOUDER.
LOUDER.
Let the hush fall off.
LOUDER.
LOUDER.
LOUDER.
Let the leash unlock.

(OUTRO)
Every time I speak,
I unbury her.
Every time I scream,
I remember her.
This throat was made to spell and spark.
Think I’m loud?
I haven’t even started.
It’s gonna get louder.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?

LOUDER speaks to the grief of staying small. It gives voice to the ones who were told to hush, be nice, calm down, keep it cute. It’s a reclamation for every stifled truth that curdled in the chest. It addresses somatic shutdown, people-pleasing, internalized silence, and the rage that rises when your voice finally does.

Soul Win: The listener breaks the freeze. They move breath through silence. They reclaim their right to take up sonic space.

🖤 CROW BLESSING

May your silence rot into rhythm.
May your mouth remember what it’s for.
May you hum like thunder until the cage unlocks.
Speak it cracked. Speak it loud.
Speak like your life’s inside it—
because it is.