Written by: John Mellencamp and George M. Green



I stand here a black man I have no history

I was brought up in East Chicago And I grew up on the streets

The chains around the playground were the chains around my heart

The brand upon my shoulder Well it reminds you who you are



And it all comes true Yes it all comes true

Like a wheel inside a wheel It turns on you

And you think, What have I done? What can I do?

What you believe about yourself

It all comes true



I was just a young girl My mother called me "Hon"

My father was unhappy 'Cause I should have been his son

They said, "Learn to be a waitress and learn to be a wife

And be thankful for a chance to live an ordinary life"



And it all comes true Yes it all comes true

Like a wheel inside a wheel It turns on you

And you think, What have I done? What can I do?

What you believe about yourself

It all comes true



My life is a contradiction of sorrow and desire

I drag my heart across the ash to throw it on the fire

Maybe there's a reason and could there be a plan

Or are we all just fools to think we'll understand



And it all comes true Yes it all comes true

Like a wheel inside a wheel It turns on you

And you think, What have I done? What can I do?

What you believe about yourself

It all comes true



And it all comes true Yes it all comes true

Like a wheel inside a wheel It turns on you

And you think, What have I done? What can I do?

What you believe about yourself

It all comes true