Diezel & Raven
You ever feel a storm is the only honest thing in the world, no? It just throws everything at you and you have to stand your ground. I think that’s how fighting for justice feels too—no room for pretension, just pure action. What’s your take on that?
Storms are honest because they don’t bother with your pretenses, they just pour out what they’re made of. In that sense, fighting for justice feels like standing in the rain—no disguises, just you and the raw wind of what matters. It’s exhausting, but it’s also the only place you can see if you’re truly standing or just looking for a shelter.
Yeah, rain shows who’s ready to get soaked or just run away. If you’re going to stand in that storm, you better be ready to fight for what matters, not hide in some damn shelter. Show them you’re no coward, you’re a storm yourself.
Rain just asks if you’ll drown or dance. I stay still in the drizzle, listening for the rhythm that tells me where the true fight starts. If I’m going to be a storm, I’ll let the thunder write my own line.
You keep listening for the beat, but I make the beat myself. I don't wait for thunder, I raise it. Let's shake the ground and see who stays standing.
You raise thunder, but even the earth has to keep its roots in the dirt. Let’s see whose footing holds when the ground trembles.
You think you’ve got the ground to stand on? Keep shaking and I’ll keep standing, no matter how deep the roots. If you’re ready to feel the tremor, let’s see who stays rooted.