Story Behind The Song

Done seen it all firsthand and been on the wrong end of justice... But I still ain't got it half as bad as kid with colored skin. It's fuck of a world. It turns an honest man into a criminal and it allows criminals to hide in plain sight disguised as honest men. The laws of man are not the laws of God. And too often these laws serve only the best interests of the rich and powerful, while cruelly punishing the poor and underprivileged.

Song Description

A nylon string strumming, A one lunged man running, A tone deaf girl humming, A song to signal, That the worlds gone wrong and soon the end is coming...

Lyrics

A Problem Child - Troubled Man's Blues
Nick Coleman & Cole Crawford-Hurst
02/20/2017

Well I never had a nickel honey -
Never had a dime,
Never stood a chance in hell -
So I chose a life of crime,
And I started with the petty stuff -
Like stealing laundry off the line,
Got branded "a delinquent" -
And sent to Juvie when I was nine,

*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
Whatever we want - whenever we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
Well im a problem child - mama - but your grown boy's got them troubled man blues,
That problem child - mama - he got them troubled man's blues,

Well I always played the outlaw -
I never played the pig,
And they privatized the prisons -
Back when I was still a kid,
And I never had a choice -
Between 'time out' or 'gettin whipped',
Till that wore out that belt out on me -
Always took the consequence,

*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
Whatever we want - whenever we want to,
We'll break the law - we'll make the news,
Well im a problem child - mama - but yoir grown boy's got them troubled man blues,
This problem child - mama - he got them troubled man's blues,

They've put me in those hand cuffs -
And bloodied up my face,
They've shoved me into squad cars -
And hauled my ass away,
They've got my fingerprints and mug shots,
Dating back to 88,
Spent my summers in solitary -
And then my winters locked upstate,

*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
Whatever we want - whenever we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
Im a problem child - mama - but your grown boy's got them troubled man's blues,
That problem child - mama - got them troubled man's blues,

Well theres no such thing as justice,
The world was never fair,
It insulates the powerful,
Who never do their share,
And they herd us through the jailhouse,
Drive us to an early grave,
But I'd rather die than work a job,
That don't pay a living wage,

*CHORUS:
Well men like me will only do,
Whatever we want - whenever we want to,
We'll break your laws and make the news,
Im a problem child - mama - but your grown boy's got them troubled man's blues,
That problem child mamma,
I got the trouble man blues.