I have cornbraids in my hair
Rags are tied to hold them there
Sometimes my daddy makes me laugh
I run with trouble, trouble
City streets, that's where I learn
Play with fire, you get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble
And Mama, she's so tired
I ask her questions
She can't explain
Sometimes my mama eases trouble
But it's trouble just the same
I have walked a bitter line
Chosen second over cheap wine
Still, I look for brighter times
I run with trouble
Trouble is my friend
And Mama, she's so tired
I ask her questions
She can't explain
Sometimes my mama eases trouble
But it's trouble just the same
I am young but I am wise
All man's pain is in my eyes
That my daddy can't disguise
I run with trouble
Trouble is my friend