Wasi River Rap

[Intro] (Banjo warning riff chopped into the beat) Yeah Wasi River on the track now Turn the forms to a flame, listen close when we say: We don’t bury the signal in the noise, hey! [Verse 1] Clock hits six, still stuck in the queue Fluorescent buzz, brains turning to glue Paper cuts deep, yeah, they slice through the page But we channel every scar into Wasi River Rage Psychosocial hazard rodeo at the gate Stress buck wild, tryna flip us with the weight We audit every shake, every shiver in the light Not in anger, but in light, yeah, we write it down right Hazards, controls, and banjo rolls Spreadsheet flow with some rock ’n’ roll souls Tie up the chaos like a steel-toe lace Put the red tape down, now we’re pickin’ up pace Clipboards slam like the snare on one Document the risk, then kick the drum From the shop floor dust to the HR screen We’re a joint health posse on a mosh pit team [Pre-Chorus] Male: If the river’s gonna rise, we’ll map that wave Female: Turn the panic to a plan, make the pathway safe Male: From the brain to the boots, every torque, every gauge Both: Turn it up, turn it up, it’s that Wasi River Rage [Chorus] Gang: Wasi River Rage! (hey!) Hazards, controls, and banjo rolls (say what?) We don’t bury the signal in the noise, we explode Not in anger, but in light, we engage Clip mics to the reports, let the clipboards blaze Wasi River Rage! (ho!) Safety committee with the big drum stage Document the risk, then kick the drum Turn stress into rhythm till the fear goes numb Wasi River Rage, yeah, we shout as one [Verse 2] Northern night shift, ice fog, high beams Boss says, "Fine," but the floorboards scream We hear every creak, every unseen tear Every quiet "I’m not fine" hanging in the air From the Wasi River banks to the shop’s back door We’re the hazard hunters on a four-four roar Psychosocial hazard rodeo in the break room Where the laughter’s a shield and the truth finds room We tag those ghosts in the glow of the screen Write the story so the load feels seen We ain’t swingin’ at faces, we’re swingin’ at strain Turn a checklist into thunder that can rinse that pain Banjo loop chop when the stress climbs high Fiddle line cut through the corporate lie We don’t bury the signal in the noise, that’s done Now the grievance is a chorus everybody can drum [Chorus] Gang: Wasi River Rage! (hey!) Hazards, controls, and banjo rolls (let’s go!) We don’t bury the signal in the noise, we expose Not in anger, but in light, we engage Clip mics to the reports, let the clipboards blaze Wasi River Rage! (ho!) Safety committee with the big drum stage Document the risk, then kick the drum Turn grief into rhythm till the fear goes numb Wasi River Rage, yeah, we rise as one [Breakdown] (Beat drops to bass and banjo stabs) Male: Heart rate spiking but we ride that wave Female: Name that strain, that’s how we stay brave Male: From the brain to the badge to the overtime page Both: Regulated, elevated, Wasi River Rage Gang (chant): Rage in the rules, not fists (not fists!) Hands up, documenting every risk (every risk!) Write it, rate it, then we drum (then we drum!) Document the risk, then kick the drum (kick the drum!) [Bridge] Half-time stomp, feel the boots on the floor We’ve been quiet too long, we ain’t quiet no more This is psychosocial hazard rodeo pride Where the fear gets named and the shame can’t hide Male: If it hurts in your head, that’s a red-tag sign Female: Put the truth in the log, let it cross that line Male: Not in anger, but in light, yeah, we free that cage Both: Turn trembling hands into Wasi River Rage [Final Chorus] Gang: Wasi River Rage! (hey!) Hazards, controls, and banjo rolls (oh-oh!) We don’t bury the signal in the noise, we rejoice Not in anger, but in light, hear the river voice Fill the minutes with the truth on the page Then the beat hits hard with that Wasi River Rage Wasi River Rage! (ho!) Safety committee on a hip-hop stage Document the risk, then kick the drum Turn the dread into thunder where the healing comes Wasi River Rage, yeah, we move as one [Outro] (Beat rides out with banjo and fiddle scratches) Male: From the northland grit to the HR page Female: We’re alive, we’re loud, we’re Wasi River Rage Both: Not in anger, but in light, we engage Gang: We don’t bury the signal in the noise—fade to rage.