Escape the Trap House

I told my sponsor, man, I'm really trying. I only relapse

on days ending in Y, I ain't lying. He said, "Son,

I love you, but let's talk this out. You keep praying for peace in

a whole dang crack house. You're cooking ramen with a lighter on the floor.

Your roommate's named Psycho and sleeps by the door. You're asking God for a blessing

under busted blinds, but even Jesus won't visit after midnight sometimes." No,

you can't live in a trap house if you wanna be sober. Can't pray for

a new life with the old one ain't over. Can't talk about growth in a