Title: “No More Powder” [Outro / Spoken Rap – Epic Redemption Tone] Yeah… listen. This one ain’t about rage anymore. This one’s about waking the hell up. I used to think that white line was a fast lane, little bag of lies telling me I was fine, man. Every night chasing a high that never stayed, just another sunrise feeling hollow and frayed. Fuck cocaine — I don’t need that shit. That powder never loved me, just tightened the grip. Had my mind running circles, had my soul in a cage, had my life stuck spinning on the same damn page. Friends getting lost, whole crews going ghost, good people turning shadows from the shit they used most. I watched it take laughter and twist it to pain, turn brothers to strangers chasing one more grain. But that road ends dark — I seen the damn sign. No more poison in my blood, no more lies in my mind. I’m stepping off that track, yeah I’m breaking that chain, getting my life back piece by piece from the rain. No more powder on the table, no more late night regret, no more waking up wondering what the hell I forget. I’m done feeding that demon, done digging that hole, time to rebuild my life, time to take back my soul. Yeah I fucked up before — I can admit that loud, but the strongest damn move is walking out of the crowd. Not every war is fists, not every fight is rage… sometimes the real win is turning the page. So here’s the truth I’m standing on tonight: clear mind, strong heart, eyes on the light. Fuck cocaine. I’m done with it. Life’s bigger than that poison. Epic Outro – “Stronger Than the Line” Yeah… Let the beat fade a little… let the truth breathe. See cocaine don’t show up looking like a demon. Nah… it shows up looking like a good time. Little bag of false confidence. Little white lie telling you you’re untouchable. For a minute it feels like power. Feels like the night is yours… like the world’s spinning faster and you’re finally ahead of it. But that’s the trick. Because that same powder that makes you feel ten feet tall is the same poison quietly tearing ten years off your life. It steals sleep. It steals money. It steals friends. It steals the version of you that used to wake up with a clear mind. One night turns to weekends. Weekends turn to habits. Habits turn to chains. Next thing you know the high ain’t even fun anymore… it’s just something you do so the crash doesn’t hurt as bad. That’s the trap. But here’s the thing cocaine never wants you to know… The urge isn’t stronger than you. Yeah the voice shows up sometimes. That little whisper in the back of your head saying “just one more… just one line… nobody will know.” But every time you tell that voice no, every time you walk past it, every time you choose a clear mind instead of a quick high… you win. Not in some small way. You win your life back. Your lungs breathe deeper. Your heart beats steadier. Your mind starts thinking straight again. The same energy you used to waste chasing a high turns into strength… discipline… purpose. You remember who the hell you are. And one day you look back at that old version of yourself — the one stuck in the fog, stuck in the cycle — and you realize something powerful. That drug never made you strong. Walking away from it did. So if that urge ever comes knocking again… remember this: You’re not fighting a craving. You’re protecting your future. And the strongest high a person can ever feel is waking up every day knowing they beat the thing that once tried to control them. That’s real power. That’s real freedom. And that’s a high cocaine will never give you. And I’m taking mine back.
