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.