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GET SOBER WHITE MAN - YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT Lyrics: It starts with a whisper, a soft, sweet relief, Weed in the evening to quiet the grief, Alcohol’s laughter that turns into tears. Painkillers promising the end of the fears. Psychedelics open doors to the sky, Then slam them shut while the spirit asks why. It slips through the cracks of a mind already torn, Mental storms raging since long before dawn. It claims every hour, every thought, every breath, Steals sleep, steals hunger, steals life into death. Relationships fracture, the mirror grows cold, A good soul still beating, but bought and then sold. It wraps round the spirit like iron and chain, Whispers “you need me” again and again. The cage is invisible, yet solid as stone— A prison of craving where you sit all alone. Hell is the climbing, the shaking, the night When sobriety beckons but panic takes flight. You want it so badly—the clean, honest air, The mornings without the familiar despair. Yet the mind that once broke you still whispers its lies: “Without me you’ll drown in the flood of your cries.” Anxiety claws, depression sits heavy and deep, And the substance still claims it alone lets you sleep. Which pain is the sharper? The slow, grinding weight Of addiction’s long theft, or the fight to escape? Addiction is poison that smiles while it kills, Sobriety’s fire that burns as it heals. One is a slow death that feels like a friend; The other is war you must wage to the end. Still the soul in the cage lifts its face to the light, Determined, though trembling, to wage the long fight. Though every step forward is hell upon earth, Though the mind still conspires to question its worth— A good heart keeps beating beneath all the scars, And reaches, still reaches, for freedom’s true stars. The cage may still rattle, the key may still turn slow, But the soul that was stolen is learning to know: The pain of the climbing is fierce, raw, and real— Yet worse is the silence of never to feel The morning that comes when the chains finally fall, And the good soul steps free, answering the call.
