RAGE FIT - Lyrics

Title: RAGE FIT
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
🔗 Linktree: https://linktr.ee/louicrow

🖤 ABOUT THE SONG

RAGE FIT is body-truth.
A fists-up, scream-laced, full-volume exorcism of “nice.”
It’s what happens when your nervous system finally interrupts the lie. When your bones say “no” louder than your mouth ever could. This is the soundtrack for the plate that broke, the howl that saved you, the moment you stopped shrinking and started punching the veil.

This isn’t collapse. This is what healing really sounds like.
Sacred. Shaken. Still standing.

This song is for every rage fit that saved a life.
Especially yours.

🖋 LYRICS — RAGE FIT

[HOOK]
RAGE FIT.
Throw the scream where the silence split.
Tear the spell, light the pit.
Body say no? Then move with it.
RAGE FIT.
Clench. Cry. Burn. Spit.
This isn’t a breakdown—it’s the shift.
Get outta the cage.
THIS IS THE GIFT.

[VERSE 1]
They told me calm was divine—
But it killed my gut, locked my spine.
I played nice with a throat full of ash,
Now I spit truth like a backlash.
Called it meltdown? Nah, this a map.
Called me dramatic—said I collapse?
Nah. This is the sound of rebirth.
Sacred. Screamed. Shaken earth.
My rage is clean. It’s got a mission.
Not a tantrum—a nervous system decision.
Don’t call it a freakout—call it remission.
I’m not losing it—I’m leaving the prison.

[HOOK]
RAGE FIT.
Throw the scream where the silence split.
Tear the spell, light the pit.
Body say no? Then move with it.
RAGE FIT.
Clench. Cry. Burn. Spit.
This ain’t a breakdown—it’s the shift.
Get outta the cage.
THIS IS THE GIFT.

[VERSE 2]
This ain’t shame—this is my heat.
This is the fire that lives in my feet.
This is the slap they told me to swallow.
This is my NO that never got hollow.
They said “too much.” I say: correct.
They said “be good.” I said: defect.
You can’t stay quiet and still survive.
You gotta rage to come back alive.
Tantrums ain't madness—they’re medicine.
My toddler knows it better than the men I’ve been in.
He yells, resets, runs clean as the wind—
No therapy, just freedom in his skin.

[BRIDGE]
You said, “But what if I get stuck in anger?”
Crow—you’re already stuck in cancer.
Stuck in nodding. Stuck in numb.
This is your body banging the drum.
This is your soul with its teeth out.
This is your YES dressed like a shout.

[HOOK]
RAGE FIT.
Throw the scream where the silence split.
Tear the spell, light the pit.
Body say no? Then move with it.
RAGE FIT.
Clench. Cry. Burn. Spit.
This ain’t a breakdown—it’s the shift.
Get outta the cage.
THIS IS THE GIFT.

[OUTRO]
Your anger is not a problem.
It’s the proof you’re still sacred.
So punch the veil.
Break the plate.
Let your scream set the house straight.
This isn’t collapse.
This is the flame.
This is what happens
when silence remembers your name.

Crow Would Say:

May your “no” burn holy.
May your “yes” bloom loud.
May your body remember what the silence forgot.
May every scream be a spell that brings you home.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
Suppressed rage. Chronic illness from unexpressed emotion. The shame of being “too much.”
This post speaks to those holding their breath through decades of forced politeness, who never got to scream the scream that would’ve healed them.
By the end, the soul win is:
You rage, and you rise.